As dawn broke, I returned to the dorms, my body ached from the grueling training session. The first rays of morning light filtered through the windows, painting the room in a soft, golden hue.
The once chaotic dorm was now silent, the remnants of the previous night's argument long forgotten.
Doru and Dante were both fast asleep, their bodies sprawled across the room in their respective spots.
The tension and hostility from our earlier altercation had vanished, replaced by the tranquility of sleep.
It was a strange sight, seeing them so peaceful, so vulnerable. It was a stark contrast to the warriors they portrayed themselves to be.
As I moved through the room, Zuri fluttered off my shoulder, going to perch on a nearby windowsill.
She seemed exhausted, her wings drooping slightly. But there was a calmness about her, a sense of satisfaction.
