Chapter 4: System Limit
Wesley reached for the door handle of the next classroom with a quiet kind of anticipation.
The thrill of what just happened still pulsed in his veins—he could still feel the residue of mana tingling at the tips of his fingers.
The fire, the vibration of energy through his mop, the warmth of embers licking across his skin.
It was all still there, like a dream that hadn’t faded yet.
With a smooth push, the wooden door creaked open.
Mess. Of course, it was messy.
Scorch marks smeared the walls.
Dust clung to every flat surface. Someone had left half a cloak hanging over a desk, burnt and blackened at the hem.
The scent of singed parchment and melting wax clung to the air.
Wesley blinked, about to take his first step inside—when suddenly, a translucent blue screen blinked into existence before his face.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE: This room is not assigned to the Host. No mission will be generated.]