The next day, the sun was already quite high in the sky when Sylvia finally woke from her restless sleep. The clock on the wall showed around 10 AM. Golden-yellow sunlight gently slipped through the gaps in the luxurious curtains of The Dragon Inn's room, illuminating the space with warmth that should have been soothing, but still felt heavy and clinging to the body. The cool morning air carried the aroma of freshly baked bread and smoked meat from the kitchen downstairs, mixed faintly with the scent of herbal healing ointments and dried sweat that still lingered on the bedsheets from yesterday's battle. Sylvia's undead body felt stiff, her muscles protesting even though her supernatural regeneration had worked hard throughout the night. The small wounds on her arms, back, and sides had already disappeared without a trace, but the mana and mental exhaustion still clung to her like a heavy shadow that was difficult to shake off.
