While Eric was navigating the social minefield of the Academy courtyard a very different kind of meeting was taking place within his own internal domain.
Adam seated on his metaphorical sofa was dressing down Millennia his sentient System Interface.
His voice a low dangerous growl that resonated through his personal pocket dimension was filled with a cold simmering rage.
"Millennia," he began his tone deceptively calm yet laced with an undeniable fury "I did not expect this from you. You failed me."
The [System Interface: Millennia] hovering before him displayed no visible expression on its smooth glowing surface. Yet its responses the words that materialized on its interface were filled with a profound sense of apology.
"[Master Adam please forgive me]" the text read.
The light of the interface flickered slightly as if in trepidation in fear.
