Drac knocked on the door of Eric's room, but there was no response. He could sense Eric's presence inside but Eric wasn't responding.
Drac sighed and pushed the door open walking inside.
Eric sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders slumped, head lowered, arms resting over his thighs loosely and his communication brooch resting in his palm.
Drac looked once at the communication device and asked, "Did you contact Master?"
Eric shook his head lightly, and Drac asked, "Are you going to?"
Eric didn't respond.
"You really think asking Master for help in this state will help you? Do you really think Master will help you?" Drac asked.
Eric knew well what the answer was, which was why he couldn't do it. He had been sitting with the communication brooch in his hand for an hour now but couldn't gather enough courage to pour his mana into it to reach out to Ocean.
