Fein plopped himself onto his bed with a lazy flop, his tired body sinking into the soft mattress. The room, neat and spotless, looked exactly as he remembered it, thanks to his mom's OCD-level cleaning skills. He couldn't help but appreciate her effort, even after a whole year of his absence.
As he lay there, his gaze wandered to the ceiling, his mind drifting to his teacher from the Abyss, Imeng. Theold man had taken him under his wing, making him his apprentice. But why? Fein scratched his head, trying to figure out Imeng's motives. Was it all part of some master plan to pit him against his own brother, the Demon God?
The thought gnawed at him, stirring up a mix of confusion and curiosity. He couldn't deny the intense training sessions with Imeng, the endless hours of pushing himself to the limit. The guy was tough but caring, always pushing Fein to be his best.