Kapitel 85: Fame

The sun peeked through the heavy curtains of the hotel room, casting long shadows across the floor.

The soft murmur of the city outside barely penetrated Eratz's ears as his eyes fluttered open.

His body, already in motion, sprang up, no time to waste.

He moved to the simple treadmill tucked into the corner of his temporary space. His breaths were controlled, matching the steady speed of the treadmill.

After his run, he dropped to the floor, moving fluidly into a series of pushups. His muscles tensed and relaxed with each motion.

And after pushups came a series of sit-ups.

A quick bath followed, the steam filling the room, clearing his mind. The water rushed over his skin, washing away the tension of his mind.

He felt light, very light.