Kyrian woke up even before the first gray ray crossed the eternal clouds of the capital. The room was still immersed in penumbra, illuminated only by the soft and diffuse light that filtered through the tall windows of the Crimson Lotus Residence.
He had not slept deeply.
Since the training with Duke Rong, his mind had not stopped replaying every movement as a form of training. The spin of the dagger, the intent blades cutting through the air, the crushing weight of the difference in cultivation. Every detail was analyzed and stored.
He sat up in bed, stretched his body out of habit, and began dressing in the crimson robe of the Main Branch.
The heavy fabric settled perfectly over his shoulders, like a second skin. He tied his black hair back simply and was about to leave the room when a light knock sounded at the door.
"Come in."
