The room had whitewash ceramic tiles, a window with a starry night, a varnish king-sized bed with a giant futon on top, a leather couch, a few chairs beside a table with warm food, and lastly a separate bath. It wasn't a big room that the association provided, but it was cozy that you wouldn't believe you were in a flying coliseum.
Arthur closed the wooden door that he opened using his ring and threw himself on the bed immediately. He felt the fluffiness of the bed eat away at his fatigued body and mind, making him almost sleep right there.
There were distant sounds of a bustling crowd, probably also leaving the coliseum to spend the night in their rooms. Of course, no matter how big the coliseum was, its internal structure could only host so much. Arthur was sure a space-expanding rune, like the one used in storage artifacts, was inscribed as well to provide space.
