Zane appeared with a soft shimmer of light in the corridor of the inn, right in front of his room. He reached into his coat and pulled out a sleek, black card embedded with runes—his enchanted room key. With a faint click and a subtle glow, the door unlocked, and he stepped inside.
The room was quiet and dimly lit, cozy yet simple. Zane loosened his collar, walked toward the washroom, and freshened up. Moments later, he returned and dropped onto the bed with a deep exhale, his expression calm, his mind already working.
With a flick of his fingers and a sharp glint in his eyes, he focused his energy. Two objects materialized beside the bed—one was a tall, narrow box nearly a meter high; the other, a shorter, broader container.
Without a word, Zane teleported to the rooftop of the inn, both boxes reappearing with him. The night sky above was clear, the twin red suns of Orimund having long dipped below the horizon. Stars twinkled faintly.
