Chapter 85: Heavenly restricted phantasm
"I must admit... this caught me off guard."
Zephyr didn’t know why he’d expected normalcy, some small irrational part of him had assumed that after all the hype, he’d be given a private room—maybe even a personal training chamber, something dramatic like that.
But, as always, the Author had an hyperactive imagination.
’really why don’t you just make a normal dorm’.
"This place brings back so many bad memories," Oliver muttered, snapping him from his thoughts.
Zephyr blinked. Then, with a sigh, he shook his head and followed as Oliver led the way directly into the trunk.
He just passed through like an hologram, Zephyr stood outside dumbfounded as the scene, it was only when Oliver poked his head from behind the trunk and inquired why he was still stranding they. Zephyr muttered some Curses under his breath before walking in.
Inside, the air changed.
The chamber opened into a vast circular space, far larger than the tree’s exterior suggested. The walls curved upward, lined with staircases carved from smooth wood, spiraling into the sky like a great coil. Lush hanging moss fell from unseen heights, and distant torch-lights flickered somewhere above, illuminating shadowed balconies and bridges suspended in midair.
Zephyr stared for a long moment, his words slipping out before he could stop them.
"...How is this possible?"