The golden light of dawn filtered through the towering windows of the palace halls as Kyle opened his eyes with a sharp breath.
The divine realm crumbled behind him like shattered glass, and his soul snapped back into his body with a jolt. He sat up, rubbing the bridge of his nose as his senses flared outward.
The heavy blanket of divine energy that had smothered the palace for days… was gone.
Kyle stood slowly, letting the remnants of that suffocating pressure fade from his skin. He stretched his senses wider, sweeping through the halls and chambers of the palace.
People were stirring. Groggy, confused, but alive.
The sleep curse was broken.
His eyes sharpened.
"Finally."
Without waiting, Kyle headed toward the lower levels of the palace. The echo of his footsteps rang through the quiet corridors as he walked with long, purposeful strides.
