Some say sleeping is like time travel. You close your eyes at the present, then poof, when you open them, you're in the future.
Percival liked that analogy. Even more now given that he had actually time travel, albeit to the past.
It was the next morning, Percival was mained seated on his bed. His body felt alive again, his bones strong, his eyes wide apart.
Even with the Power Up, the pulling need for sleep had kept him distraught. Now, finally, he was completely whole, awake.
The room around him watched him quietly.
That, more than anything, was what he needed.
After the events of yesterday, he had to think about things; to prepare for the future.
By will, he summoned his interface.
The translucent blue panes unfolded smoothly, their familiar glow steady and obedient. At first, the animation showed blue and silver panes conjoined in the center, but depending on which Class he focused on, the color took center stage.
His interface turned blue.
