The golden rays of the morning sun blessed the world with their gentle brilliance, pouring warmth and light across the lands of the Rivelle Barony. It was as if the heavens themselves sought to remind the people that a new dawn had arrived, that their long, dreadful night of chaos and despair had finally come to an end. The apocalypse that had once enveloped their hearts in terror had receded, leaving behind a fragile peace bathed in gold.
Within the quiet expanse of Rivelle Manor, the air was serene, filled only with the soft whisper of the morning breeze and the distant chirping of birds. Deep within the mansion, Asher lay sound asleep, his breathing calm and rhythmic, his body completely still upon the soft mattress. He had been asleep since around four in the afternoon of the previous day, his slumber unbroken until this very hour.
