Shadow Author

Standing alone in my room a slight smile crept onto my face.

'It's definitely worth the cost!'

The spatial ring was not something I had intended to buy but when I saw it sitting by its lonesome on the shelf I knew it was something I needed in my arsenal.

Having such a thing would make my life far easier as I could carry around more things that I hadn't been able to do before. Plus the things I could store in it added another advantage as I could hold Zar or weapons.

Although the ring was a weaker less effective Nightfall space and I would always rely on her it was still reassuring that I could pull out a dagger or shield or bow had an occasion arrived that required one of them.

Unfortunately, I didn't buy such weapons yet and therefore all I could keep inside of it was the materials I previously purchased.

Taking a closer look at the ring as I held my finger up to my face while I examined the intricate details that made it up.

The ring seemed to be an exquisite masterpiece as it was crafted with meticulous attention to detail.

Although I didn't know for sure something in my bones was telling me that whoever created the ring made one of a kind.

It was covered in a dazzling array of silver as the entirety of the piece was made of such metal.

The ring was expertly and stunningly designed so that it sparkles and shimmers with every movement.

The centerpiece of the ring contained a large, colorless marble that was flawlessly clear and perfectly symmetrical.

Had it not been an enchanted item and had so many uses I would have used it as a wedding ring.

The silver in the band of the ring was carefully polished to a mirror-like shine and the band itself was a work of art.

​ There was an engraving with a pattern of lines and shapes that seemed to randomly move about yet had a clear path that I was unable to make out.

Overall, it was clear that every aspect of the ring was crafted with the utmost care and precision. That meant that all the details justified its sky-high price.

The ring was not just a piece of jewelry like I had claimed it could have been, but rather a magical object embodying the true art of craftsmanship.

Lowering my hand I had everything packed, mapped out, and set for the adventure to come.

That meant all I had to do was clarify what I needed to do with Charlotte and pick up Miss Smith.

The former took precedence as without Charlotte all of my plans would fall through. Plus I hadn't been developing a relationship with her just to get nothing back in return.

Thus I left my room, pulled out my watch and sent Charlotte a text similar to the one I had set before.

[Is the girl's building open? If so, can I come over?]

In the amount of time it took me to take the elevator down, give a nod to the guards, and leave the boy's dormitory I got a response back from her.

[Yes.]

[omw]

Standing outside the once-ruined structure I couldn't make out any damage but I knew most of it occurred inside.

Placing my watch on the sign-in machine it took a second before it turned green and told me I could enter.

Walking through the doors I did a quick scan and looked around to see if there was any resemblance to the destruction.

I was pleasantly surprised that I hadn't been able to tell anything was off.

The flooring, ceiling, and walls had been redone to match its surroundings and I watched as girls walked around the place without worry.

One thing though did serve as a reminder of what happened because, like the boy's dorm, two guards were standing in front of the elevator.

However, there was an out-of-order sign in front of it which made sense.

Although magic was a wonderful thing and could fix up a broken room it couldn't create a new elevator from scratch.

I had a feeling it would take a couple of days and it wouldn't be until after the weekend that people would be able to ride it — if they ever decided to.

Looking to the left there was a sign pointing to the stairs and I gave up any hope of getting out of it.

Climbing up them I scowled at my efforts as I had a deep hatred for stairs.

Nonetheless, I made it up to the floor where Charlotte resided, though it had taken me three times as long as it would have taken had I been able to use the nonexistent elevator.

Pushing through the doors that led to the floor I was greeted by a long hall with a bunch of doors that led to their own rooms.

I walked a decent way before stopping in front of a door that matched the hundreds of others. The only difference with this one was that it had B21 etched into it.

I knocked on the door and then took a step back as I waited for Charlotte to come and greet me.

Immediately I heard some shuffling occur behind the door then a moment later it opened up to reveal a barely dressed Charlotte.

"Uh…"

But before I could say anything she dragged me inside and locked the door behind me.

"I uh…"

Once again I tried to find my voice but I was quickly shut up by Charlotte's lips closing on mine.

Caught off guard by the sudden burst of affection I didn't even realize that we somehow ended up on her bed.

In the mess of it, she somehow moved us across her room and knocked me down on the bed as she climbed on top of me.

It was at this point I got a closer look at her and noticed the poor towel that was giving its all to cover her precious places.