There was a concept in philosophy known as flow—a state where one became so immersed in an activity that they zoned out, as if ascending beyond their own mental realm.
A state of hyperfocus, as psychology described it.
Kallen had sunk into that state. His thoughts drifting in and out of clarity as he sank deeper into that state, trying as hard as he could, to shut his brain up, or come to peace with himself.
So deeply that he hadn't noticed the teenage Orc standing over him, nor had he heard the repeated calls, nor the irritated growls.
The teenager's patience had run dry. His forehead vein bulging in anger.
"I am talking to you, runt!"
A hard smack landed across Kallen's face, snapping his head to the side.
That did it.
The shock of the blow wrenched him from his trance, forcing him to acknowledge the presence of the gruff, scowling teenager looming above him.
Before he could react, a rough hand grabbed his collar and yanked him off the ground.
