Caelan woke up before sunrise.An old habit from prison. His body could no longer sleep past dawn. But this morning, instead of lying on his back staring at a concrete ceiling, he was standing on the balcony of the twenty-eighth floor with the fresh air of Velmont hitting his face.He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.A technique the Master had taught him. Channeling qi from the center of the chest through every meridian in the body, making sure everything flowed without obstruction. A process that made four hours of sleep feel like eight. A process that kept his body from ever truly feeling exhausted.Around eight o'clock, the room bell rang.Caelan opened his eyes and glanced at the small screen on the balcony wall connected to the entrance camera. Layla was standing outside pushing a full dining cart topped with silver covers, her uniform just as neat as the night before.Caelan exhaled quietly. Dorian genuinely had no sense of where the line was when it cam