Slowly, Orion's breathing evened out, his eyelids gradually closing as exhaustion fully claimed him.
The quietness of his room surrounded him like a comforting embrace, providing a peaceful sanctuary after the intense mental and physical trials he'd endured for what felt like years to him.
***
As the first gentle rays of dawn broke over the horizon, the city of Thunderpeak began to awaken. The sky was painted in delicate shades of soft oranges, purples, and red—a beautiful combination of colors heralding the arrival of a new day.
Orion, refreshed and resolute, stepped calmly into his luxurious obsidian carriage waiting outside the grand entrance of his residence with Lucan and Edgar.
The polished black surface gleamed softly under the warm glow of the rising sun, accented by intricately engraved silver runes that shimmered faintly.
The carriage, exuding elegance and quiet authority, awaited Orion's arrival, drawn by a pair of majestic horses.
