Asher sat in a lotus position on the floor within the quiet isolation of the training chamber assigned to his room. At this moment, his eyes were gently closed as he took in a deep breath, allowing the air to fill his lungs in a controlled manner before exhaling slowly. He repeated the process for a few moments, breath in, breath out, each inhalation and exhalation perfectly measured.
This was his routine, a personal ritual he always performed before diving into training. It was his way of eliminating stray thoughts, silencing the noise of the mind, and discarding every distraction that dared to linger within him.
As the moments passed by, his breathing became even more stable, each breath lighter than the last. Eventually, his eyes opened, revealing his purple-colored irises that seemed to carry a tranquil yet commanding depth. His gaze, calm and refined, graced the world with a quiet beauty that did not seek attention yet effortlessly captured it.
