Max sat cross legged in the quiet of his residence, his breathing steady as the last traces of outside noise faded away. After Carl, Laura, and the others had escorted him here, they had returned to their own residences, leaving him alone at last. His living quarters were no different from those of other disciples of the Thirty Third Hall.
There was a wide garden bathed in gentle divine essence, a training field sturdy enough to withstand violent clashes, and several spacious rooms arranged with simple elegance. It was not extravagant, yet it carried the solemn dignity befitting a disciple of the Black Dragon Palace. For the first time since arriving here, Max felt a sense of stability settle in his chest.
