Awakening

Chapter 12: Awakening

As Demion stepped out of the steaming bathroom, water droplets glistened on his chiseled chest and defined abs, highlighting his toned physique. The air was thick with the scent of musk and sandalwood, lingering from the bath oils he used. His dark hair, still damp, framed his face, accentuating his sharp features and intense gaze.

The room he entered was spacious, with walls painted in deep hues of burgundy, giving it a rich, luxurious feel. A large canopy bed dominated the space, draped in silk sheets of royal blue. The room was adorned with intricate tapestries and paintings depicting ancient battles and heroic deeds.

Demion's wardrobe stood against one wall, filled with garments of silk and velvet, fit for a prince. A fireplace crackled softly, casting a warm glow over the room, and a large window offered a view of the moonlit courtyard below.

As he moved across the room, his bare feet sinking into the plush carpet, Demion's thoughts drifted to the events of the day. Where he will train with is war brothers making is way out of the room.