Reed stood in the service elevator, watching the heavy iron chain rattle as it pulled him upward.
He was wet.
Not "damp from a light drizzle" wet. He was "fell into a pool fully clothed" wet.
His black velvet coat, which was supposed to project an aura of gothic mystery, was currently heavy and smelled like expensive bath salts. His silk shirt clung to his chest, translucent enough to show the faint violet glow of the Void Shard embedded in his sternum.
"System," Reed muttered, slicking his wet hair back with one hand. "Do I have a 'Blow Dry' spell?"
[SYSTEM ALERT]
[Mana Reserve (Blue): 120 MP (CRITICAL).]
[Mana Reserve (Void): 18,400 MP.]
[Option: Void Fire to evaporate the water.]
[Warning: High probability of setting the coat on fire. And the elevator. And yourself.]
"Right," Reed sighed, watching a droplet of water run down his nose. "Wet look it is. We'll call it... aesthetic."
