The following morning arrived swiftly, and Asher rose from his bed as the early light bathed his room in golden-orange solar rays that spilled in through the window. The gentle warmth illuminated the space in a serene glow, brushing against the edges of his furniture and dancing across the polished floor.
Without delay, he headed toward the bathroom for a quick bath. Within moments, he was done, stepping out with a towel wrapped securely around his waist, faint wisps of steam rising from his skin.
Slipping into a comfortable set of clothes, he ordered his breakfast, which arrived within minutes. With that, his morning routine was complete. His training session from the previous day had gone extremely well.
Although he was relieved, and almost grateful, that unlike the time when his eyes had exploded from failure, his brain did not suffer the same fate while channeling Star Energy into it.
