Duke lifted the flap of his tent, revealing a space far more spacious than he had imagined, not the cramped temporary lodging of a military tent but a fully equipped independent space.
The ground was covered with a dark gray fireproof blanket, soft and silent underfoot.
Against the wall stood a wide single bed, already made with new bedding folded neatly.
At the head of the bed was a desk with an alchemical lamp atop, its light bright and steady.
Beside the desk was an embedded wardrobe, its doors closed, but through a small gap one could see a few backup magic robes hanging inside.
The tent itself was a high-quality alchemy creation, suitable for a variety of harsh war environments.
The fabric of the tent was not ordinary canvas but a silver-gray composite material, its surface flowing with dense rune patterns; from the outside, it appeared as an ordinary tent, but from within one could see the endless workings of these runes.
