I stuffed the last of my clothes into the dimensional pocket of my robe.
I moved with calm efficiency, not at all like someone who was preparing to enter a nightmarish dimension infested with twisted abominations and eldritch horrors.
"Done packing," I nodded satisfactorily to myself.
A masterpiece of minimalist preparation.
The robe I found in the High Priest's Vault of Ishtara was truly a lifesaver. While my peers would struggle to carry around large camping bags, I'd be walking elegantly and looking pretty.
Not that I packed much, anyway.
Just two shirts, one jacket, three sets of undergarments, some snacks, energy drinks, and a divine sword that a kid like me had no business possessing. Only essentials.
I gave my room a final glance, then sighed dramatically — like I was already homesick, even though I hadn't even stepped out yet.
Shaking my head solemnly, I left my apartment and headed down.
