Impromptu Celebration

"ugh..."

"Mmm..."

The muffled noise stirred Damien from his slumber, pulling him from a deep, dreamless sleep.

At first, he thought he might be imagining it, but the sounds grew louder—laughter, singing, and the occasional clinking of glass.

It wasn't the sharp urgency of battle or danger, but rather a kind of chaotic revelry that piqued his curiosity.

"Ughh... What the?"

Groaning softly, he sat up in bed, raking a hand through his silver hair.

The moonlight filtering through the window suggested it was late, and judging by the noise, the entire town seemed to be awake. He stretched briefly and stood, his curiosity getting the better of him.

As Damien stepped into the weakly lit hallway, the noise grew louder and more distinct. He decided to check on the others first.

Quietly, he made his way to the rooms of Axiom and his crew, knocking softly on each door.

"Huh? Axiom? Are you in there?" Damien asked.