The morning sun broke over the horizon in a gentle swell of amber and gold, casting long shadows across the dewy grass. The air was cool, still touched by the chill of the night, but with each passing minute, warmth seeped into the land like life returning to a resting beast.
Julian blinked awake.
The night's memories clung to him like a second skin—hot blood, lingering rage, and the sharp thrill of power. He lay still for a moment, letting his mind catch up to his body. A servant stirred nearby, groaning softly and rolling over.
He didn't feel tired.
In fact, he felt better than he had in weeks—like something inside had finally aligned. His muscles didn't ache. His senses felt... clearer. Sharper.
Outside, he heard boots crunching over grass and the low grumble of soldiers prepping for departure.
They were leaving today.
