While the Third Years worked through gritted teeth and whispered curses aimed at Adlet, another kind of chaos was being digested inside his room.
In Ashok's Room…
Frederick blinked. Then blinked again.
He had visited many strange places in his life—battlefields, ancient ruins, weird dungeons—but never had he seen a student's room look quite like this.
It didn't feel like a dorm room given by the Academy to the Aether Class.
In fact, it didn't feel like a room at all.
It looked more like a hybrid between a storage warehouse and a merchant's overstocked booth at the trade fair.
Ignoring the fact that there was a mini temperature regulator humming quietly in the corner and an air freshener releasing lavender-scented mist every five minutes, his eyes were immediately drawn to the massive pyramid structure made entirely out of boxes.
Body Enhancers. (Protein Powders)
Dozens—no, hundreds—of them, stacked perfectly into a triangle that dominated nearly half the room.
