Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Ezra leaned back on his bed, arms folded behind his head, gazing up at the wooden-paneled ceiling.
"...Not gonna lie," he muttered with a faint smirk tugging at his lips, "it actually feels pretty good here."
The room was surprisingly quiet. No shouting neighbors. No blaring alarms. Just the soft ambient hum of distant mana lamps outside the dorm and the occasional breeze slipping in through the cracked window.
His new dorm on the 8th floor of Azureus House wasn’t luxurious, but it had style—a strange mix of magic and modern, blending elegance with utility.
The walls were painted in a deep blend of black and brown, with mana-inscribed trims carved subtly into the panels. Runes for temperature regulation and noise suppression shimmered faintly, pulsing in tune with the mana lines.
In the corner, a dim golden lamp glowed softly, casting its warmth across the sleek wooden floors.
The layout was symmetrical and tidy:
– Two beds
– Two desks
– Two wardrobes, made of aged wood and reinforced with mana-infused iron