Sunlight filtered through the windows of the training room, casting a gentle glow on the cold floor where Li Chen remained unconscious. The room, usually vibrant with the energy of training and discipline, now bore witness to an unexpected stillness.
Li Chen lay there, unmoving, as if the cold floor had claimed him during the quiet hours of the night. His form, once a symbol of strength and determination, now seemed vulnerable amidst the quiet solitude of the room.
Outside, the world continued its ceaseless rhythm—the rustle of leaves in the crisp breeze, the distant sounds of the city waking up to a new day. Yet, within the confines of the training room, time seemed suspended, encapsulated in the serene hush that surrounded Li Chen's prone figure.
