Chapter 46: Threads of Power
Noah lay on the bed, arms spread across the soft sheets, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling of his new room.
He was exhausted.
The kind of exhaustion that seeped into the bones—where the mind buzzed even as the body screamed for rest. The adrenaline from the battles had faded, leaving behind the dull ache of overexerted muscles and the silent throb of lingering injuries. His body was in recovery. His mind, however, refused to stop.
The room was simple. Plain stone walls, a single window overlooking the outer fields of the Academy, a wooden desk, and a bed that creaked slightly when he moved. Compared to the opulence of his chambers back at the Weaverheart estate, this was nothing. Spartan. Impersonal. Almost sterile.
But it would do.
