Nox woke up. The room was quiet, and the air was still. He could feel his own power humming faintly in the walls, the floor, the ceiling. This room was his Territory, a small, safe space in a world that was not. For the first time, he had slept deeply, without dreams. He felt rested.
He got to his feet and stretched, his muscles coiling with a clean, efficient power. The deep, bone-aching exhaustion from the dungeon was completely gone, a testament to the passive regeneration of his new sanctuary. He opened the door and stepped out. The Sanctuary of the Silver Moon was already active, with Sun Elves moving along the living walkways, their movements quiet.
'Okay, time to face the next boss fight,' he thought, 'breakfast with the psycho family.'
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