Evening…
Pearl Villa…
The soft golden light of sunset entered through the large windows of Miles' room.
The room itself was spacious yet simple.
Miles stood near the center of the room wearing comfortable training clothes.
A loose black sleeveless shirt.
Grey workout pants.
His body had mostly recovered now.
Though faint scars still remained across parts of his arms and torso.
The injuries from the battle with Al Qiyan were healing well.
But years of training had taught him something important.
A fighter who stopped moving…
Became weak.
Miles slowly stretched his arms upward.
The muscles along his shoulders tightened slightly.
Then he slowly rotated both shoulders backward.
Carefully.
Methodically.
Without rushing.
He stretched one arm across his chest and used the other to hold it in place.
Then switched sides.
After that…
He bent slightly to stretch his waist and lower back.
His movements remained controlled.
Disciplined.
Like second nature.
