As the first rays of dawn broke through the city of Raven, Michael awoke in the comfort of the Inn, feeling the weight of a restful sleep upon his shoulders. His body, rejuvenated and invigorated, welcomed the embrace of a soft bed—a rare luxury he hadn't experienced in quite some time. With a yawn and a stretch, he rose from the bed, his senses alert and his spirit renewed.
As he got up, his instinct led him to check his Dantian, that sacred space within him where his Qi resided. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he confirmed that his Qi remained undisturbed, still flowing within its meridians. It was clear that he had been scarred from the many months of waking up to a barren Dantian, its impact still haunting him to this day.
