Five months had passed.
The Class S dormitory no longer felt like a temporary room. It carried layers now—mana residue in the walls, small scratches on the desk from long nights of study and training, the quiet familiarity of a place that had seen change.
Noel stood in the center of it, sleeves rolled slightly, calmly placing items into his Dimensional Pouch. The process was effortless now. A subtle shift of mana, a controlled expansion of internal space, and objects vanished cleanly without distortion.
Spatial Shift had become second nature.
Gravity no longer resisted him.
And combining both no longer required thought.
He could move across the academy in an instant. He could anchor space beneath someone's feet before they even realized the axis had tilted.
He had grown.
The pouch in his hand felt heavier in memory than in weight.
