When dawn comes, the city stirs once more. Sunlight filters through the curtains, scattering golden rays across the floor.
Alix sits cross-legged in the center of the suite, eyes closed, his breathing slow and steady. The air hums faintly around him as wisps of mana swirl like mist. His presence feels calm, yet heavy—like the calm before a storm.
He focuses inward, deep in meditation—tracing the patterns of the laws.
Each one hums with its own rhythm. Each one, a piece of the whole he continues to refine.
Outside, the city wakes—voices rising, footsteps echoing faintly from the streets below. But Alix hears none of it. His mind drifts deeper into the subtle harmony of mana, until.
The warmth of the morning sun, which had been brushing against his skin just moments ago, vanishes.
His eyes open slowly. The golden light in the room dims, replaced by a faint, cool shadow spreading across the floor.
