Upon rousing from his slumber, Felix embarked on the rhythm of his daily routine, an orchestrated symphony that commenced at the resonant hour of 8 am. The diligent attendance of a maid marked the initiation of his day, as she entered his chamber to herald the advent of a new dawn. The ablutionary rituals ensued, the rhythmic brushing of teeth, and the cascade of water in the shower, each movement a well-practiced dance in the ballet of his morning regimen. The maidservant, an adept in the art of attire, then adorned him in his customary garb—a resplendent ensemble comprising a dark blue shirt, black pants, and polished black shoes. The clock, now heralding 9 am, ticked inexorably forward.
Venturing to the familial sanctum, the dining room, Felix rendezvoused with his progenitors for the ceremonial breaking of fast. The familial bond woven over a communal repast, a quotidian tradition observed with the precision of a finely tuned timepiece.
Post-breakfast, the clock's hands orchestrated his ingress into a teaching room where cousins convened for shared enlightenment. Yet, as Felix, donning his signature bright smile, sought to extend salutations, a discordant note disrupted the harmonic exchange. The discerning glances of disdain cast upon him by cousins, who deemed the belated awakening beyond the age of five as a symbol of diminished talent, stirred an undercurrent of shock within Felix.
Undeterred, he endeavored to dismiss this nascent discord, assuming a position beside Robert, a fellow pilgrim in this noble journey. Lessons unfolded until the hour of 4 pm, an interlude punctuated by diligent assimilation of knowledge and skill.
Post-academic endeavors, the crucible of daily training awaited Felix, an arena where the refinement of his innate mana prowess assumed precedence. A surprise awaited him, an unexpected convergence with his father, Oliver, resplendent in noble regalia. An announcement lingered in the air, revealing the commencement of sword art instruction. Thus commenced Felix's inaugural year post-affinity awakening failure, a year dedicated to dual pursuits—mastery of sword arts and fortification of natural mana.
Approaching the threshold of six, Felix, bolstered by aspirations of awakening, yet again confronted the elusive affinity revelation, only to be met with the frigid embrace of disappointment. Despite a tenacious resolve to prove his mettle, Felix's efforts remained thwarted, rendering him an outsider in the familial tapestry.
Unyielding in his quest, Felix escalated his training regimen, transcending the proficiency of his cousins in both sword arts and mana manipulation by the tender age of seven. The shadows of affinity dormancy, however, clung to him like an unwarranted specter, estranging him from the familial circle.
Endowed with the indomitable spirit of perseverance, Felix ventured into the realms of innovation, sculpting a unique sword art fueled by the ethereal currents of natural mana. Despite the prodigious feats achieved in swordsmanship, the coveted awakening continued to elude him, fostering a palpable distance between Felix and his familial cohorts.
The annals of his journey unfolded further as tragedy unfurled its melancholic tendrils. News of his parents' demise, ensnared in the insidious web of an assassination attempt, shattered Felix's world at the tender age of fourteen. Sentenced to solitude within a secluded mansion, Felix, steeped in grief, forged an oath of vengeance, dedicating his life to honing the sword arts and mastering the manipulation of natural mana.
Over the course of a relentless year, Felix, now fourteen, ascended to the zenith of mortal realm mana control. Yet, the pursuit of revenge eclipsed all else, compelling him to risk everything in a perilous gambit—forced awakening.
In the crucible of this audacious endeavor, a resonant voice pierced the veil of pain, querying, "Do you seek vengeance?" In the throes of a forced awakening, teetering on the precipice of life's sanctity, Felix, driven by an unquenchable thirst for retribution, uttered a resolute "Yes." Thus, Felix Moonlight embraced his final moments with an air of somber tranquility, knowing that the orchestrators of his parents' demise would face the cruel hand of fate.