As Asher sat alone in his room, his mind wandered deep into the labyrinth of thoughts concerning Cindralis's scheme. His eyes remained fixed on the wall ahead, yet he wasn't truly seeing anything before him. He was replaying everything in his mind, connecting subtle details like pieces of an invisible puzzle, and although his face remained expressionless and calm, his mind was a storm beneath quiet waters. A few minutes trickled by, each second stretching into a thin thread of silence, when suddenly, a firm knock echoed through the otherwise silent room. The sound reverberated softly across the walls and immediately pulled him out of his contemplative state.