Morning crept in through the crevices of the castle walls. The violet glow outside began to wane, replaced by the pale grey sky of the Wailing Forest—a sky that never truly knew the meaning of brightness.
Kancil had been awake since dawn. His eyes snapped open before the first light could settle. He sat up in bed, glancing to his side. Loy was still deep in sleep, lying on his side with one arm dangling outside the blanket. Riri was curled up in the corner, her small frame almost invisible beneath a mountain of fabric.
Kancil slid out of bed, his feet landing silently on the floor. He walked over to Loy and gently shook his shoulder.
"Loy. Wake up."
Loy blinked, his eyes heavy with lingering sleep. "Is it morning already?"
"It is. Let's train."
Loy stretched, stifling a groan as he felt the soreness in his limbs. But he didn't protest. He climbed out of bed and went to the other side to wake Riri.
