The hallway was quiet, lined with polished marble floors. Each door bore a sleek, metallic number plate.
"Room 88," Caspian muttered to himself, staring at the silver plate to a wooden door.
With a sigh, he unlocked the door and stepped inside.
The room wasn't what he had expected.
It wasn't just comfortable—it was luxurious.
The first thing that caught his eye was the massive smart television mounted on the wall.
Below it, a sleek wooden cabinet housed an arcane interface.
To his right stood a study table.
Next to the table, shelves lined the wall, empty.
But what stood out the most was the balcony.
Curious, Caspian walked over and pushed the glass door open.
The afternoon breeze greeted him, cool.
The dormitory overlooked a sprawling field of greenery of well designed tree—a serene contrast to the academy's towering buildings in the distance.
The academy's main building loomed proudly beyond the treeline.
