Light illuminated Adam's dim eyes as he took the room's surroundings in. The sun slowly rose outside, covering the dark sky with a reddened hue. Then, he saw the diligent Julius cultivating on his bed and Arun... Sleeping.
A frown etched itself on his brows as his lips quivered. With a snap of his fingers, he materialised a mage's hand and sent it flying towards the lazy slot.
PAH!
"HAAA!" Arun awoke with a panicked scream, his eyes darting left and right. Assuming a fighting pose, he searched for the threat as a fire arrow condensed before his outstretched palm.
With a nod, Adam gazed at his shirtless body. Gone was the skinny kid, replaced by a fit young man with small but defined muscles. Satisfied by the boy's physical and magical progress, he wanted him to continue. So, he asked, "Julius, what hour is it?"
"Should be ten past six. Why?" Julius answered, looking at Arun with empathy and knowing what would follow.
