Louis let the information settle as he sat in the quiet of his room, the light lighting against the wooden walls. The status window had faded, but its meaning remained burned into his mind.
Everything Elyon had explained—his divinity, his relics, his abilities—none of it felt distant anymore. It was real. It was happening.
And it wasn't just about him.
His eyes drifted toward the small window, where the dawn's golden light was beginning to break through the cold morning mist. Beyond it, the world moved on as usual. People would wake up, eat, work, pray, live their lives. But Louis?
He wasn't sure he'd ever have a normal life again.
A soft knock at the door broke his thoughts.
"Come in," he said.
The door creaked open, and Ellie peeked her head inside. Her blue eyes—held uncertainty.
"You're up early," she said.
Louis chuckled dryly. "So are you."
Ellie stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She hesitated before speaking. "Something changed last night. I can feel it."
