Kyrian rose in the morning, just before the sunlight began to enter through his window. His eyes slowly opened.
The first thing he saw was the little white fox. She was sitting a few meters from the bed, staring at him with her cross-shaped eyes.
When she saw that Kyrian had awakened, she did not growl. Instead, she turned her back and ran back to her cushion in the corner of the room. But her ears remained attentive.
Kyrian thought that at least it was progress.
He stood up in silence. He walked to the center of the room and stopped, looking at the ball of white fur.
Then he knelt down, getting closer. From inside his spatial ring, he took out five spirit stones. The last five he possessed. They glowed softly with a gentle white light in the palm of his hand.
"I will be leaving today." Kyrian began to speak, his calm and flat voice breaking the silence of the room.
