Neo did not sleep for long.
An hour at most, maybe less. It was poor sleep, shallow and uneven, but better than none. He had lived in Zone 0. Compared to that, stealing an hour from exhaustion counted as luxury.
Still, as he pushed himself off the ground, one thought crossed his mind with dry honesty.
'Looks like I got used to sleeping in a real bed these last weeks.'
He straightened and rolled his shoulders once.
Despite everything they had seen inside the tower, despite that thing seated on the throne above, despite the way it had closed half the room's distance in a handful of steps, Neo's mood wasn't bad.
It should have been, probably.
Instead, a part of him kept circling back to the same fact.
A Divine Soul Relic.
He had gone into the tower and walked back out with something absurd in his soul. A relic that could eat other weapons, improve them, change shape at thought alone, and drain far less Soul Essence than it had any right to.
That alone was a monstrous gain.
