In a quiet shimmer of silver light, Asher appeared once again in his room. Without wasting a second, he stripped off his clothes and made his way into the bathroom for a quick bath. The sound of running water filled the air, accompanied by faint wisps of steam curling past the doorway.
Moments later, he stepped out, droplets of water still clinging to his skin as he toweled himself dry. He changed into a fresh set of clothes, simple but clean, his movements practiced and efficient.
"Let's have a thirty-minute nap before I leave for training," Asher murmured to himself. His voice was calm and composed, barely above a whisper.
Climbing into bed, he closed his eyes, sinking into the soft sheets as he spoke mentally to his system. 'Wake me in thirty minutes.'
[Understood, Host.]
With that, Asher's consciousness drifted into stillness. His mind slipped away from the waking world, sinking deep into the tranquil realm of dreams.
[Host, wake up]
