Sunlight shines through the smudged windows of the classroom where Zoey and Stella found themselves scribbling and listening to the lecturer. Unlike the other rooms just across the hall, the lessons being taught here are for non-underlings, and the topic for today: Meltdowns.
The room is equipped like a blacksmith's workshop. The desks are lined up like workbenches, on top are tools used in forging, and the materials are just underneath. Other resources are appropriately stored in cupboards found on the walls surrounding the room.
Zoey sat beside the windows, just a row near the back. She has a notebook open, but nothing is written in it yet, except for a crude drawing of her beheading a Zeno. She has her pen hovering over her masterpiece, thinking whether she should add more detail. She sighs before dropping her pen on top of the table, and then she rests her chin in her palm.
"...The history of these weapons can be traced back in the thousand-year history…"
