A gust of icy morning wind whistled through the gap beneath the wooden door, carrying the distant metallic clatter of puppet joints.
Kaelen Vance didn’t even twitch.
The golden notification panel hovered three inches above his nose, pulsing with warm, inviting light.
[240 Hours Abstained.]
[Milestone Seal 1: Locked.]
[Available: 1 Burst Window (60 Minutes at 241x Multiplier).]
[Option: Burn now to unleash peak Golden Core suppression across three miles?]
“Not a chance,” Kaelen muttered under his breath, rolling onto his right side and letting the quilt swallow his ears.
