Sol's eyes fluttered open, his vision blurred. He observed his surroundings, and as his vision became clearer, the familiar scenery of his room came into sight.
He tried to move but his joints felt sore, as if he had been in one position for a while.
At that moment, Sol's gaze fell on the familiar figure sleeping on his bed. She lay at the edge of the bed, her peaceful smile dispelling the bitterness he harbored in his heart.
With some effort, Sol got himself off the bed, limping to the window. From the window, he could see some water spheres scattered around different parts of the capital; this was a sign the first exam was still on.
This brought back memories of what happened that night and how the Õnis turned on him. In his first life, he was nothing but a normal human who stumbled upon the inheritance of death and was chosen by the world as its champion, realizing a relationship that had spanned thousands of years had finally come to an end.
