The morning sun slipped gently through the thin curtains, golden rays cutting through the dim dorm room.
They crawled across the floor and climbed up to the bed until they reached Azhriel's closed eyes.
His eyelids twitched at the touch of light.
A moment later, those blue gem‑like eyes slowly opened, clear and calm.
He stayed still for a while, silent, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if lost in thought. Then, with a slow breath, he pushed himself up to sit on the edge of the bed.
A glance toward the clock made his brows lift slightly.
"…Two hours more," he muttered under his breath. "I must've been more tired than I thought, huh."
His body ached faintly from the strain of yesterday. He raised his arms above his head, stretching until his muscles loosened just a little.
As he stood, his gaze brushed over the desk.
