After the classes ended, I didn't head to the training hall like the others. Instead, I locked myself in my room. My thoughts were racing as I sat on the bed, staring at nothing in particular.
When I was ready, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. With a simple command in my mind, I entered the Repository.
The space around me transformed into an endless realm of black and white blocks, stretching as far as I could see. It was quiet, eerily so, but the kind of quiet that put my mind at ease. I walked forward and took my seat on the throne that appeared before me. As I sat, I transformed into Mr. White, the form I always used here—a manifestation of calm and control.
"The spirit world is corrupted by specters now," I muttered to myself, recalling what Professor Walton had said earlier. "Unlike in the past, it's nearly impossible to peer into it safely."
