The morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of Alex's inn, painting the room in soft gold. For the first time in a while, he hadn't woken up inside Nyx's inner world drenched in sweat or trembling from battle scars. Instead, he lay there with a rare calmness, his body humming with restrained strength. Even someone with his monstrous regeneration and physique wasn't immune to fatigue—the endless clashes with Nyx and the sparring match with Serah had drained more than his muscles. They had left an invisible weight on his spirit.
So, for once, Alex chose peace.
After a simple breakfast, he left the inn and walked into the lively streets of Velria. The city was buzzing even in the early hours—merchants loudly boasting their goods, children chasing each other near the fountain square, adventurers haggling over supplies at weapon stalls. Banners waved above rooftops, displaying the guild's emblem, a mark of both pride and safety for the people.
