Riley woke up feeling utterly refreshed, the soft glow of dawn filtering into the chamber as golden rays bathed the room in warmth.
Beside him, his wives lay in peaceful slumber, their delicate features relaxed, a testament to the joy and comfort they had shared the night before.
He gazed at each of them with affection, his heart swelling with gratitude.
In their presence, the burdens of immortality seemed lighter.
They were his anchor—his reason for smiling despite the vast and ever-expanding weight of the cosmos.
Stretching lazily, Riley rose from the bed and stood by the window, the immortal realm stretching endlessly before him like a canvas painted in light and mist.
With a single thought, he extended his divine sense beyond the veil that separated realms, his vision piercing through dimensions until it reached the mortal world.
The nine cauldrons continent.
There, amidst the swirling flow of time and fate, he found his parents—alive and well.
