Morning arrived swiftly, ushered in by soft golden rays that filtered through the window.
Anthony stirred from his sleep and rose with a calm motion, no longer burdened by dreams of saving princesses from Demon Kings.
Those fantasies had long since faded into irrelevance.
He sat up, his body relaxed but sharp, and walked over to the window.
The early sunlight bathed his face in a warm glow.
Outside, a few Lieutenants sat in perfect lotus positions, unmoving, immersed in deep cultivation.
Their auras pulsed faintly, disciplined and focused.
This was their routine, every spare moment dedicated to growth.
After all, they were soldiers stationed at the edge of war, always prepared to be called to the frontlines.
Only Anthony had the freedom to do things like sleep, bathe, and eat regularly.
He stayed at the window a moment longer, quietly observing, then turned and made his way to the bathroom.
A short, refreshing bath followed.
