The morning sun crawled slowly across Silas's cracked ceiling, slipping between the gaps in the curtains and stabbing light straight into his eyes.
He winced, groaning as he forced himself to shift. His muscles screamed from yesterday's insane training—Michael's drills, Chiron's lessons—and every bone in his back felt like it had been rearranged by a drunk chiropractor.
He exhaled, long and slow, and reached for his phone on the mattress beside him.
Before he could even grab it—
DING!
A bright blue notification exploded right in front of his half-dead eyes.
Silas blinked twice.
Then read it.
Then his brain froze.
[Bank Alert: -$12,000]
[Remaining Balance: $74]
He stared.
Then stared harder.
"…what."
The notification expanded automatically.
[Transaction Log:]
– Archangel Michael's Training Session: -$6,000
– Chiron's Training Session: -$6,000
Silas's eyes widened slowly as the information sank in.
Then—
Everything inside him snapped.
"NO— NO— FUCK NOOOO—!!!"
