The following afternoon, the room was quiet.
Too quiet for someone like Raven.
He sat cross-legged on his bed, a faint bluish holographic screen glowing in front of him—his system interface, currently showing the user tag [Grandpa_Hot_Pot] typing.
Across from him, in the corner of the room, was something that refused to go unnoticed—a massive, still-pulsating dragon heart. Its surface shimmered faintly with scales of crystallized red and faint streaks of violet.
Every time it thumped, the air around it rippled, like space itself had lungs.
Raven rubbed his temples. "You know, I'm starting to think I should start charging entry fees for the kind of weirdness that happens in my room."
Omni's voice hummed from the tribal tattoo on his arm, calm for once. "Boss, that thing's starin' at me. I swear it just blinked."
"It's a heart, Omni. Hearts don't blink."
"Yeah, and swords don't talk, but here we are."
