[The Next Morning]
The soft golden light of morning filtered into the shared room, casting warm hues across the elegant furnishings. The bed—an overly large, luxurious expanse—shifted slightly as its occupants stirred.
Elion and Verion woke up simultaneously, sitting up groggily. Their gazes met, Verion's expression quickly morphing into a mix of irritation and disbelief.
"Seriously?" Verion muttered, gesturing to the bed. "Even in this massive estate, we're still sharing a bed? What are we, kids?"
Elion smirked faintly, stretching his arms lazily. "The bed's huge. Plenty of space for both of us. Stop being so stingy."
Verion rubbed his temples, sighing. "You could've just created another bed for yourself with your power or whatever. Why didn't you?"
Elion shrugged, his voice nonchalant. "Didn't feel like it."
