Dawn arrived silently over the Ainsworth mansion, tinging the sky with soft shades of gold and pale blue, while the air still carried that light freshness that only exists before the sun truly takes over the day. The garden was tranquil, almost still, as if the world were still awakening—but Kael had been awake for a long time.
His body moved in a steady rhythm.
Controlled.
Push-ups.
One.
Two.
Three.
The movement was clean, precise, without apparent effort, but full of intention. His muscles tensed and relaxed in perfect cadence, sweat slowly trickling down his skin, reflecting the soft morning light. To any observer, it would seem like just physical training—something commonplace.
But it wasn't.
For Kael, it was… silence.
It was a way to keep his mind occupied.
To prevent thoughts from accumulating.
To maintain control.
