Lenart didn’t expect that anyone would catch on to his brilliant plan, so he had prepared no plausible excuse.

“It was worth a try.” Falco patted his back.

“Well played.” Teryon sighed.

Lith’s offer caught everyone by surprise, and the stomachs of his soon-to-be apprentices churned in nervousness, ruining their appetite. When the meal was over, and Lith Warped them to the tower, they felt akin to death-sentence inmates waiting for the execution.

“What is this place, son?” Raaz had never seen such a room in the tower.

It was small, circular, and empty. There was no window or openings aside from the entrance, making the room look like a prison. Raaz wasn’t the only one who sighed in relief when he looked around and found no chamber pots or cots for the night.

“I’ve remodeled a small section of the Dream House.” Lith replied. “It’s one of the few floors with no defined shape and at the perfect height to Awaken people like you. The raw world energy in the lower floors is too strong, while it’s too thin in the upper floors.