Rhys Mercer

From now on, Its 3rd Pov only

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The soft hiss of the capsule echoed in the quiet room, followed by a gentle release of steam. The chamber's curved hatch slid open with a smooth whisper.

Rhys Mercer slowly opened his eyes.

Not to glowing runes or mystical system prompts—but to the familiar ceiling of his private room. The scent of jasmine lingered faintly in the air, and a cool breeze filtered through the one-way window pane high on the far wall.

"You're awake, young master," a calm voice greeted him.

A young maid stood nearby, holding a glass of cold water on a silver tray. She bowed slightly as Rhys sat up, his limbs still adjusting after twenty hours in the capsule.

"Thanks," he said, voice a bit hoarse. He took the glass and downed half of it in a single go. The chill cleared the haze from his mind.

The maid waited patiently, watching with quiet attentiveness. "Should I prepare the bath?"