Aelorin groaned as he sat upright on his bed, wincing at the sharp pain shooting through his back. "Another day," he muttered, rubbing the sore spot as if it would magically ease the discomfort. "Damn, my back hurts." He stretched, twisting his torso this way and that, eliciting a few satisfying cracks.
Shuffling to his feet, he decided to take a quick walk around his room to loosen up further. "Why does sleeping feel like a battlefield?" he grumbled, rotating his shoulders in slow, deliberate circles. After completing his impromptu warm-up routine, he ran a hand through his tousled hair and headed for the bathroom.
The bathroom wasn't inside his room but conveniently located just a few steps down the hallway. As he walked, his mind wandered back to the strange discovery he had made recently. He had found an innate trait—his shadow ability. It was an incredible power, yet he was still grappling with its limits.
