Morning arrived quietly over Aurelion.
The sky was pale gold, the sunlight soft and warm as it spread across the small neighborhood where Edrin's house stood. The streets were calm, and only a few people had started their day.
Inside the small yard behind the house, Aamir was already awake.
He stood barefoot on the ground, stretching his shoulders slowly. The air here felt different from other planets he had visited. It carried a strange calmness—almost like the entire world was breathing together.
But beneath that calm…
Something felt wrong.
Aamir could feel it.
Not danger.
Not yet.
But something hidden.
At the corner of the yard, Kunal sat at a metal table fixed into the ground. The table was made from some strange alloy that looked like dark silver. Even the chairs were connected to the ground as if they had been built there permanently.
Kunal leaned back lazily while drinking something warm from a small cup.
He watched Aamir stretch and sighed.
