Rivyn woke to the sound of persistent knocking on his door. The rhythm was steady but not aggressive, almost polite, yet determined enough to disrupt his peaceful slumber. He sat up, a hint of annoyance tugging at his features before it faded. Sleep wasn't as crucial to him these days; his enhanced body allowed him to recover quickly with minimal rest. Still, mornings were a time of quiet reflection, and interruptions were rare.
He quickly pulled on a shirt, combed his fingers through his hair, and made his way to the door. He wasn't particularly surprised to see Kharon standing there, flanked by his usual companions—Nebeus, Barry, Virela, and Kalen. The group's familiar mix of confidence and camaraderie made them instantly recognizable. Rivyn leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he took them in.
"What brings you here this early?" he asked, his tone neutral but tinged with curiosity.
