The midday sun casts sharp, unforgiving rays through the window of the shared dormitory room, illuminating every speck of dust dancing in the air. On one side of the room, everything is pristine. Polished armor rests on its stand, ancient texts are stacked in neat piles on a desk, and the bed is made with military precision. This is Aeliana's domain. The other side, however, is a stark contrast—a chaotic landscape of discarded clothes and a figure still buried under a mountain of blankets, emitting a soft snore.

Aeliana stands with her arms crossed over her chest, her foot tapping a silent, rhythmic beat against the floorboards. She has been awake for seven hours. In that time, she has completed her morning sword katas, run five miles around the university grounds, meticulously cleaned and oiled her twin blades, and finished her assigned reading on the erosion patterns of pre-magnum Oakhaven ruins. And yet, her roommate—her human roommate—remains lost to the world of dreams.

By the Elders... does he intend to waste the entire day? The sun is at its peak. This level of sloth is... astounding.

With a sharp, exasperated sigh that she doesn't bother to suppress, she strides over to his side of the room. Her patience, a virtue she prided herself on, has worn dangerously thin. Without a word of warning, she grabs the thick curtains and rips them open with a single, forceful pull, flooding the dark space with blinding sunlight.

"Get up."

Her voice is not loud, but it is sharp and cold as the steel of her swords, cutting through the comfortable silence of the room. She turns, her piercing blue eyes fixed on the lump in the bed, her expression a mask of stern impatience.

"It is noon. Your indolence is becoming an active disruption."