The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting long amber shadows through the tall windows of the Karsten mansion’s infirmary. The room was quiet, save for the faint rustle of bandages and the soft breathing of the resting knight curled up on a cot.

Felix Argyle lay still, his cat-like ears twitching slightly in his sleep. Wisps of mana clung faintly to the air around him—residual traces of the powerful healing spells he’d cast throughout the day. The exhaustion had finally caught up with him, leaving him asleep in his uniform, a half-folded blanket slipping off his shoulder.

The door creaked open gently, as you walked in.