The thick carpet cushioned Ayansh's fall, leaving him unhurt. As he heard Maya's words, he brushed himself off, determination gleaming in his eyes as he stood up once more. His gaze shifted to Maya's grand bed, studying it intently with a seriousness that seemed far beyond his years. After inspecting every corner, Ayansh moved to the edge of the bed.

Maya, lying on her stomach, observed Ayansh with keen interest. She made no move to help him; her few words had already infused him with a strength that needed no further encouragement.