The morning sun spilled its golden rays into Azrael's room, painting the luxurious space with a warm glow. Azrael lay unconscious on the soft carpet in his room, his body bathed in the gentle light.
A knock on the door disrupted the tranquility, and from behind the door, Luna's soft voice followed, calling out to her childhood friend.
"Akki, wake up."
Azrael stirred, his eyelids fluttering open. As consciousness returned, he felt a torrent of energy coursing through his body. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, the memories of the previous night flooding back.
He had undertaken intense training the previous night—the 'Dark Power Container' technique, a transformative process that began with his heart.
"Akki?" Luna's voice sounded again.
Azrael pushed himself into a sitting position and give his responded, "I'm awake Luna. You should go ahead to your class. I've got a few things to take care of."
