The first light of dawn spilled over the rugged mountain range, casting a soft golden hue over the quiet wilderness. A gentle breeze rustled the tall grass, carrying with it the scent of pine and the cool bite of morning air. Birds chirped in the distance, and far below, mist still curled lazily over the valley like a protective veil.
Alex stirred within the tent, his eyes opening slowly to the tranquil morning. There was no rush—no imminent threat or battle cry. Just silence, serenity, and the rhythm of his own breathing. After folding his blanket and exiting the tent, he stretched his limbs, feeling the pleasant pull in his joints and muscles, the aftermath of yesterday's trials.
Without a word, he began his usual regimen.
