The shelves were not filled with books, but rather small trinkets from behind the Void Realm, including unknown metallic creations and the bones of exotic beasts.
The heavy, dark carpet absorbed all sounds, and the air was filled with the expensive and intoxicating scent of incense.
Skein stood respectfully before the desk, reporting to Professor Arist, who was seated comfortably in the large-backed chair, about all that had occurred during the day.
He recounted in a succinct and emotionless tone every detail from Prince Colin's class—from the rainbow refracted through the prism, to the tricks of pinhole imaging, and finally to the passionate discourse and three bizarre questions.
Arist listened quietly, his long fingers gently tapping the tabletop, his gaze behind the glasses deep and serene.
Once Skein finished his report, the professor from the Source Magic School let out a deep and disdainful chuckle.
"Interesting."
