The early light crept into Astralis Arcanum's teacher residence, brushing the curtains of Zane's room with a faint gold sheen.
Inside, the room was finally back to normal—without any barrier or any projection screen floating—just quiet normal room.
Eira floated lazily projected from Zane's technowatch on table moving one corner to another, humming as Zane rested in mid-air, legs folded in a perfect lotus pose above the bed. His long grey overcoat drifted beside him like a loyal shadow.
Zane's purple eyes opened slowly, glowing faintly for a moment before dimming back to their usual calm depth. He descended onto the bed without a sound.
"Good morning, Boss…!" Eira chirped.
"Morning," Zane replied, stretching his arms.
He rose, walked toward the window, and pulled it open. Crisp, cool air flowed in, carrying the scent of morning dew and faint academy chatter in the distance. He inhaled deeply.
"What's my schedule today, Eira?" he asked casually.
