The next day swiftly arrived, the morning sun rising beyond the horizon, its golden-orange rays piercing through the lingering darkness of the night.
When the group had said they did not plan on sleeping, they had meant that literally, for even at this moment they were still awake and gathered within Finch's room, with various bottles, chip wrappers, and other edible packaging scattered carelessly across the floor.
"The sun is already up," Vaelric yawned as his brown eyes shifted toward the window glass, his gaze falling upon the outside world.
"Maybe we should try live-streaming today," Finch suggested, but anyone who knew him well would understand that the boy was merely trying to capitalize on this method of making money before he left the Thalvorn Empire and returned to the Zarethorne Empire. After all, the Zarethorne Empire possessed no technology; streaming over there would simply be plain stupidity.
