Mass release 1/5
Fey lay in the soft, comforting embrace of the lamb-fur-covered bed. It was unbelievably comfortable, almost too much so. As he sank into its warmth, he curled up slightly, feeling himself shrink. Whether it was out of shyness or the overwhelming tide of nostalgia washing over him, he couldn't tell.
He turned his gaze around Asher's room, his sharp eyes scanning the space. It wasn't grand—not in the way one would expect from royalty—but compared to the run-down homes most exorcists lived in, this was a palace. The wooden furnishings, polished to a smooth shine, and the thick curtains blocking out the harshness of the world outside gave the room a sense of warmth that felt oddly unfamiliar to him.
This surely brings back memories, Fey thought, lowering his head as the image of his father surfaced in his mind.
