"Wha… where am I?" Adrian asked into the empty air as he slowly turned in place.
The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in his room.
He had taken Sylvie's advice and stopped pushing himself over Scarlette's situation. She had been right. Efficiency vanished when the body was exhausted. With a drained mind, he could barely read, let alone retain anything.
So he had decided to give his eyes and mind the rest they desperately needed before returning to his studies.
And yet, the moment he fell asleep, he found himself here.
He examined his surroundings carefully. The walls were earthen brown. Instead of enchanted artifacts, simple oil lamps cast a dim glow across the room. The floor was packed mud. The ceiling rose into a narrow cone, woven from tightly bound straw.
'Where am I?' he wondered, kneeling slightly and focusing on the ground.
He felt nothing.
No texture. No temperature. No resistance beneath his feet.
His expression tightened.
Then that means…
