The next day, 6 AM.
The sunlight poured through the blinds in golden slants, brushing against Rex's skin like warm silk.
Rex woke up, feeling refreshed and clear-headed—completely unlike the tense night before. His mind felt clearer, his emotions steadier—like ripples on a pond finally going still.
It seemed the divine body was far more beneficial than he had imagined, not just physically, but mentally too.
He stretched leisurely, toes brushing against the cool edge of the sheet, and slowly got out of the bed.
Freshened up, changed clothes, slipped into running shoes and went about his morning routine with a seamless grace.
Everything felt automatic, as if his body had already memorized it to perfection.
Outside, the world was still stretching awake. The air held that crisp, early-morning sharpness. He slowly took off, not sprinting, but gliding across the pavement, his breath steady, his stride clean.
