Peaceful Day

The next morning, Karl woke up feeling utterly drained. His body ached in places he didn't even know could ache, and there was a distinct hollowness inside him—like he had been completely wrung dry.

Because, well… he had been.

The soft morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the tangled mess of sheets and exhausted bodies beside him. Layla was curled up against his side, breathing softly, her bare leg draped possessively over him. Jane was sprawled out on his other side, her expression smug even in sleep, as if she had won something.

Karl groaned, rubbing his temple. He felt hollowed out.

His energy? Gone.

His stamina? Depleted.

His dignity? Compromised.

Jane stirred first, stretching lazily like a cat before turning to face him with a knowing smirk. "Mmm… Morning, stud. How's our champion feeling?"

Karl glared at her. "I feel like I got thrown into a raid boss fight with zero potions."