Putting aside the exhausting affair, Elion let everyone else relax and make themselves at home.
"As for me," he said with a proud smile, "I am going to take a tour of this flying house."
He had yet to take a proper look at the corridor across the room that led to the other spaces. From the control panel, he had already confirmed that the rooms were just basic additions.
Basic, of course, according to the Ark's ridiculous standards.
A couple of bedrooms, five, specifically, each with its own fitted bathroom:
A spacious kitchen.
One large workshop, which was also the largest room on the ship.
And a reinforced training room that came with all sorts of basic equipment, including dummy weapons, humanoid dolls, and several other things he would have to properly examine.
This damned ship was a freaking bargain!
What did it mean he was getting a training room with sentient, spirit-controlled humanoid dolls!?
'Fucking awesome, that's what!'
