Velcy's POV
I consoled myself with these thoughts as my eyes drifted to a black cloth draped carelessly across the bed. I frowned as I was puzzled at the appearance of an unidentified garment.
During my previous visits to this room over the past week, I hadn't noticed any sort of clothing present in the whole room, not even a spare item tucked away in a corner.
The room itself was sparsely decorated and its simplicity lent it an air of quiet dignity.
Yet, it exuded a regal and ancient aura which was a huge contrast to the garish and superficial splendor I had seen elsewhere in the Blackwell's training rooms.
Here, nothing was cheap or gaudy and every item seemed to be steeped in history and importance.
I moved forward with light and cautious steps, as if afraid that anyone would know that I was here.
