The morning light seeped through the cracks in the shutters, casting thin bars of gold across the wooden floor. Aleron stirred, his mind still holding the faint echo of last night's dream.
For a moment, he almost wished he could stay there—in that quiet place where battles did not exist.
But reality never allowed such luxuries.
Ashkar was already awake, his golden eyes fixed on the doorway. Veldora, however, remained curled beside Aleron, reluctant to move.
"You two," Aleron said quietly, his voice steady but carrying the undertone of command. "Today we begin."
Veldora lifted her head, blinking sleep from her eyes. "Training?" she guessed aleron's thoughts.
"Training," Aleron confirmed. "You will need to grow fast. The Silver Fang will not wait for the unprepared."
