Anthony returned to his room, the echoes of the battle already fading in his mind.
While the battle itself had posed little challenge, there was a certain satisfaction in the rare opportunity to move, to engage in combat, even if only for a fleeting moment.
By the time he arrived, the clock had struck 9 PM, the evening's silence thickening around him.
He quickly indulged in a soothing bath, the warm water washing away the remnants of the day's exertion.
Once refreshed, he donned a set of blue pajamas, the fabric soft against his skin, and slid into his socks.
With a quiet sigh, he settled into bed, the day's tension melting away as sleep began to claim him.
Outside, the night stood still, a cool breeze sweeping through the air with a soft, almost imperceptible whisper.
The world seemed suspended in time, draped in tranquility and peace.
As the minutes passed, the night deepened, and the hours slipped by unnoticed.
