After a long bath, Anthony sat by the window in his room, his head resting lightly on his palm as he gazed out at the sprawling military base.
His eyes wandered over the familiar sights, the area he had been confined to.
There was little else to occupy his time, so he simply observed, letting his thoughts drift as he looked out beyond the confines of his current reality.
Then, without warning, a knock echoed from the door.
Anthony's senses had already detected the presence beyond it.
He wasn't surprised.
During his year of military training, Anthony had deactivated many of his abilities, preferring to keep them subdued.
But after the Baptism, the need for restraint had faded, and he had reactivated them all.
There was no longer any reason to keep them dormant.
Rising from his seat, Anthony moved toward the door, his footsteps quiet and deliberate.
With a soft creak, the door swung open to reveal an elf standing in the threshold, a tray in her hands.
