Reo sprawled on his soft bed, the evening light filtering through the dorm window, casting soft shadows across the room. For the first time in day, he felt a bit of peace—no coma, no torture, no talk of the Ruler's Prophecy. Just quiet. He has to return to Caulem Dukedom.
He stared at the ceiling, exhaustion tugging. Lifting his arm, he gazed at the simple ring on his finger, its faint gleam makes him remember a dream, vivid and warm, of a life with Chloe and their child. A life that wasn't real. He sighed, whispering. "Elynn."
[Good afternoon, Reo Carter.]
The Elynn interface displayed into his vision, its voice smoother, almost human, laced with a warmth that hadn't been there before.
Reo's brow furrowed. The upgrade still confused him—why was Elynn so different now? Shaking his head, he muttered, "Display my stats."
