The morning sun had barely crested the horizon when Jayden stirred from sleep. His body, still humming with residual fatigue from the past days brutal fight, protested as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Every muscle thrummed with anticipation for the next battle, every joint stiff from the relentless training and hunting he had subjected himself to. But pain was nothing new.. it was an old friend, a constant companion in his pursuit of strength.
His mind, however, was already sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep like a blade. One goal dominated his thoughts: training.
A quick shower washed away the lingering exhaustion, the hot water soothing his sore muscles. He dressed in loose athletic wear, the fabric flexible enough to allow unrestricted movement. Breakfast was a hurried affair... protein-rich and efficient. He wasn't here to savor flavors; he was here to fuel his body for what came next.
