Morning came with the sound of bells and the rolling clouds.
The deep, resonant tones echoed through the Red House, reverberating off the ancient stone walls and shaking dust from the rafters.
Nero had been awake for over an hour by then, sitting on the edge of his bed and staring at nothing.
He stood when the bells rang and stretched carefully, testing his arms and legs.
His brows furrowed ever so slightly as his body protested, but less than yesterday. The pain was still there, but the damage was already being repaired by Vineheart as well as the elixirs still in his system.
He had refrained from taking any Divine Elixirs or Essence Pills so as not to appear too off. After all, if Lyon found anything odd, there would be questions he couldn't quite answer waiting for him. It was best to endure the pain and avoid suspicion.
