Omniscient's POV
Theo stirred awake, his limbs heavy from the previous night's excursion to the Royal Library. His mind swam in a haze of exhaustion, replaying the events over and over—the ancient book, the strange text, the secrets about Gaia and Ifrit. He groaned softly, rolling over, feeling the smooth silk of his nightwear against his skin. After returning to his room late, he had quickly discarded his robe and changed into something more comfortable, too tired to even think clearly about what he had discovered.
As he sat up, stretching his stiff muscles, his mind still groggy, he noticed something off. There was an odd sense of stillness hanging in the air, as if someone was waiting. Theo pushed himself off the bed, running a hand through his silvery hair, and slowly made his way towards the door, still in his nightwear. His bare feet padded across the cold floor.
