I opened my eyes even before the sun finished climbing the stone towers of the Royal Academy.
The silence in the dormitory was heavy, broken only by the steady breathing of Daniel and Raymond in their respective beds.
I sat up slowly, feeling the muscles in my back protest slightly from the efforts of the previous days. I ran my hand over my face, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep, while waiting for the usual glowing signal in front of my eyes.
Strange. Nothing.
I blinked a few times, focusing on the emptiness of the dimly lit room. Usually, the System was punctual. As soon as I woke up, a list of tasks or an ironic mechanical "good morning" message would float in my peripheral vision.
But today, the interface remained dark.
The status menu was there, accessible if I made the mental command, showing my 16,100 VP and my abilities ready for use, but there were no missions. The System's silence was, in a way, more unsettling than its absurd demands.
