Zane's eyes fluttered open, a faint glint of nostalgia lingering in his gaze.
"Quite an old memory," he murmured, sitting up.
The sunlight streaming through the wooden window danced on the polished floor, signaling a new day in Eldrin. He stretched lazily, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hmm… what to do now?"
His stomach growled.
"First… a nice hot shower."
He walked into the inn's attached bath chamber — and was mildly impressed. For a medieval-age town, the bathroom was downright luxurious. A pristine stone tub, glowing temperature-control runes, magically filtering faucets — even the towels had a faint mana signature for instant drying. It screamed of magic enhancements.
Zane sunk into the steaming water with a satisfied sigh.
"This feels good…"
As the warmth soaked into his muscles, his mind drifted again. What's next?
