The Campus Maintenance building looked like it had been lifted straight out of a sci-fi fantasy novel with tall hexagonal windows, bronze-and-blue trims, and hovering glyph panels that hovered mid-air displaying rotating shift rosters.
Inside, a small group of staff bustled around, outfitting volunteers and conscripts with mana-enhanced cleaning tools...
There were hover-mops, purification rods, self-adjusting sweeping panels, and mana-measuring dust sensors.
A squat woman with a glowing clipboard glanced at him over her glasses. "Victor?"
"That's me."
She sniffed. "On-time. Good. You're with Cleaning Crew B. We've calibrated the tools. Try not to overload them." She handed him a wand-like device and a satchel of spell-chalks.
Victor nodded silently and accepted the gear.
Some of the other students nearby were grumbling. Turns out Victor wasn't the only one on punishment.
