Noah and Kelvin trudged into their shared dorm room, exhaustion weighing on their steps. The moment the door shut behind them, they both collapsed onto their beds without a second thought.
Kelvin groaned, rolling onto his side. "You sure you don't need to get those bruises checked by the healers?"
Noah waved a dismissive hand in the air. "I'll do it first thing in the morning."
Kelvin snorted. "Yeah, sure. You don't plan to take a long bath tonight? That's been your ritual for over a month now."
Noah hesitated before replying, "Not tonight. Too tired."
It wasn't a lie. He was exhausted, but the real reason he wasn't heading for his usual soak was because of what was happening inside his void domain.
Somewhere within that pocket of space, Storm—his wyvern—was undergoing his evolution, his body breaking and remaking itself into something more powerful. And Nyx, his dragon, was acting like a doting mother, circling Storm protectively despite being, well… a he.
