The moment hung in silence. No one said anything not like they had any words to say. The castle loomed behind Lysira like a surreal painting brushed against the bleeding twilight sky. The scent of parchment, ink, and paper filled the air, pungent and overwhelming, like someone had smashed an entire library into perfume.
Jack swallowed hard, his throat dry as he kept staring up at the towering structure, jaw slack. "That... that's our dorms?" he finally managed, his voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.
"Technically, you can say that," Lysira replied with a casual shrug, her voice tinged with pride. "But I don't think dorms are supposed to look this fancy and luxurious. And don't forget it's only for today. Well, while it's still standing, that is and that too because I'm binding it together with the last dregs of my mana. It can't go more than twelve hours unless I keep supplying it, which of course, I won't."
