The curtains whispered faintly with dim light, subtly illuminating the dark interior and casting a hazy outline on every object.
Morning, another morning.
Bologue opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, dazed for a few seconds before stretching lazily and stepping down from the bed, pushing open the door.
The living room was silent. Bologue stood amidst tranquility, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Usually, he would hear Palmer's snores at this time, but these days, the snoring was absent.
Glancing at the calendar, Bologue murmured, "Has it begun?"
As a debtor with a fractured soul, Palmer's ascension ritual would be fraught with difficulties and dangers, compounded by his unfortunate blessing. To maximize Palmer's survival, he underwent specialized training at the Sublimation Furnace Core in the days leading up to the ritual.
Until the ritual concluded, Palmer had to stay at the Sublimation Furnace Core, leaving Bologue alone at home.
