Two weeks later, Aurianna finally emerged from the isolation space. She stretched, yawning as the door closed behind her. Her room was spotless, and she smiled faintly.
"Guess I'll sort my clothes before heading out," she muttered, pulling several outfits from her spatial ring.
She held up a silky blue dress and chuckled. "Huston really knows how to design… I should get more from him."
She sat on the bed, legs crossed. "Time moves so weird in there…"
"That's because time is distorted, master," Penma said from her shoulder. "You lose track in that space."
"True. Better check on the others," Aurianna said, and with a flash, teleported downstairs.
Zeche sat alone, a holographic screen flickering before him.
"Hey, where is everyone?" Aurianna asked curiously.
"They're preparing for classes. We've already been sorted into classrooms."
"What?! Already?!"
"Yep. You need to register your subjects at the office. If not, they'll assign you randomly."
