After gathering the supplies he needed, Adyr returned to the playroom and stepped back into the capsule. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the same dimly lit room, the air still tinged with candlelight.
He didn't leave immediately. A sour scent reached his nose, faint but familiar. It had been lingering for some time.
He hadn't bathed this body in days. And now, with a meeting ahead involving several high-ranking practitioners, he decided it was time to make a proper impression. Without hesitation, he entered the room's private bathroom for a quick shower.
The water was brisk, the soap oddly fragrant. Efficient and refreshing. Once finished, he dried off, slipped back into his tactical uniform, secured his gear, and unlocked the door.
"Lord Adyr."
Waiting outside were the same knights and two maids as before. One of the maids stood beside a large trolley stacked with food.
