On the morning of the eighth day, the door of the room finally opened. Kyrian stepped out.
His appearance was... intact. Different from what would be expected after a week locked inside, he did not look exhausted or disheveled. His hair was combed. His clothes are clean. His eyes are bright.
He had used small intervals between refinements to take care of himself. He never lost control.
Kyrian walked through the corridors of the fortress. Some servants saw him and immediately bowed.
"Young Master Kyrian."
He nodded slightly and continued forward. His destination was Dong Zhen's office.
When he arrived, he knocked twice.
"Come in."
Kyrian opened the door.
Dong Zhen was sitting behind his desk, as always. But when he saw Kyrian, his eyes widened slightly.
He felt something different.
The young man in front of him seemed... more complete. As if he had filled a gap that had previously been empty.
"One week." Said Dong Zhen, resting his elbows on the desk.
