In a blink, the world shifted.
The familiar tug of teleportation wrapped around me, and when my feet touched solid ground again, I opened my eyes—
—and immediately froze.
"…Wow."
Kairos's room wasn't just nice. It was properly decorated. Warm lighting glowed from crystal lamps embedded into the walls, casting a soft golden hue over polished marble floors. The space felt open, airy, and calm.
I slowly turned in place, taking it all in. A wide lounging area. Training equipment neatly arranged against one side. A long table near the window, already set like someone actually used it. Even the walls had subtle patterns etched into them, nothing flashy, just… refined.
I squinted, counting steps. Then counted again. "…Why is his room bigger than mine?"
It wasn't just bigger—it was offensively bigger.
Before I could spiral further, the system window popped up right in front of my face.
