The air in the room was tense.
Nellyx sat behind the desk of the dean, her hands clasped together, with a stern expression on her face.
The office still looked to be a bit scattered, but one would find it hard to believe that something tragic had happened within those walls.
The once broken shelf had been replaced.
The shattered glass wall had been refurbished; the entire room was completely changed—something more fitting to her.
There was nothing too flashy in the room anymore; the ancient antiques had been moved away, since Nellyx was someone who loved modesty.
It merely took hours for all the changes and renovations to be made to the destroyed room.
The only markings that showed that a fight happened within those walls was the large sword slash that was rooted deep into the left wall of the office.
A mark left from the sword user's futile attempt to injure Jane.
