Next day
Razeal awoke with a groan, the remnants of a deep, exhausted slumber clinging to his body. Stretching his arms above his head, he straightened his back and took in the morning air. From his perch, nestled high in the branches of an unassuming tree in a remote jungle, the world felt strangely quiet. The sleep had been long and dreamless, and for a moment, it felt as if time itself had stood still.
His body still felt the toll of the previous day's events the constant strain, the battle, and the aftermath. Everything had felt off, a lingering heaviness that he could only describe as disorienting. It took no more than a few seconds of stretching before he realized somethingbhe felt strange, different and weird to him.
