Warm morning sunlight slowly filtered through the gaps of the spatial window in the main bedroom of the castle, replacing the silver glow of the underworld's artificial moon. The golden light illuminated the magnificent chamber, driving away the remnants of night's shadows and bringing a peaceful morning atmosphere.
On the wide bed with its black silk sheets, Sylvia slowly opened both eyelids. A pair of highly contrasting eyes, one the color of fresh blood and the other glowing like liquid silver blinked gently, adjusting to the morning light. There was no drowsiness or fatigue. As an Absolute Death entity now at the peak of Tier 7, her body was no longer bound by mortal biological needs such as long sleep to recover energy. She felt extraordinarily refreshed; her mana flowed calmly like a boundless ocean within her essence.
Yet the main reason this morning felt so perfect was not her limitless power, but the warmth embracing her side.
