The night before was peaceful.
After finishing a quiet dinner, Leo Aetherwind finally lay down, his body sinking into the mattress like a warrior resting after a long campaign.
His mind was strangely calm — no schemes, no hostility, no system notifications.
Just silence.
For the first time in days, he allowed himself to breathe.
He drifted into sleep, wrapped in the soft rhythm of the night wind brushing past his window. In that tranquil darkness, Leo felt the weight of countless destinies waiting to move, yet he paid them no heed. For now, dreams were his only companions.
When he finally woke, sunlight had already spilled across the horizon. The scent of morning dew hung faintly in the air as he stepped outside, his steps light, his mind sharp.
