He placed his ID card on the bulged artifact, that was at the side.
Then.
The door slid open with a faint hiss.
The marble walls were sturdy and worn.
Basic weapons were lined on the racks—wooden swords, dull-edged spears, and iron-braced gloves.
A few projection crystals floated lazily near the ceiling corners, casting a soft amber glow that pulsed like candlelight.
Near the far wall, a trio of training dummies stood in a neat row.
They weren't ordinary hay-stuffed scarecrows either—these had faint glyphs etched into their frames, flickering subtly with reactive enchantments.
Not strong enough to fight back, but just enough to register hits, speed, and precision.
A faint grin tugged at the edge of Kai's lips as he stepped inside.
His eyes lingered on the space, taking in the small details.
"Definitely worthy of being called a prestigious academy," he muttered under his breath in amusement.
To the left, tucked neatly beside a rack of wooden staves, stood a short shelf.
