Raze woke to sunlight streaming through his window, the golden light painting geometric patterns across the sparse room. His body protested the movement as he sat up, muscles complaining about yesterday's exertions both physical and mental. The training session with Asura had left its mark despite occurring entirely within his consciousness, phantom aches settling deep into tissue and bone.
He moved through his morning routine with methodical efficiency, stretching to work out the stiffness that had accumulated overnight. Each motion was deliberate, controlled, pushing just enough to loosen tight muscles without risking actual injury. The process took longer than it should have, but rushing would only make things worse.
