It was morning in the academy, and the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the room. Lukas stretched his arms as he stood up from his bed, his eyes still drowsy from sleep. He needed to get ready for class.
He turned his head toward Henry's bed, expecting to see his friend still asleep, but to his surprise, Henry sat cross-legged on his bed, a cultivation stone placed in front of him. Thick beads of sweat rolled down his face, and his expression was strained with concentration. He was cultivating intensely.
"What's with him, cultivating so early?" Lukas mused, puzzled by Henry's dedication. He decided not to disturb him and quietly got up to prepare for the day.
