Eli instantly became alert.
He leaned against the doorframe and instinctively reached for the bone dagger concealed along the inside of his forearm.
His fingers closed around nothing.
Only then did he remember that the dagger had probably fallen into the sea during the fight.
Eli held his breath and concentrated for a moment, probing his surroundings for any sign of movement from inside the room.
Nothing.
He carefully opened the door.
There was indeed no one inside.
However, the sight that greeted him made his already unpleasant expression darken further.
His dormitory looked as though someone had deliberately torn it apart.
The bed frame had been smashed in the middle. The desks and wardrobe had been broken, and several drawers had been ripped open. His clothes had been dragged out and scattered across the floor, covered in some kind of filthy substance. Some sticky white residue clung to the fabric, leaving the clothes in greasy, disgusting clumps.
