Wysteria POV
A scarlet room came to light upon stepping out of the dark, leaving behind the hands guarding me upon winnowing.
The fireplace was crackling with flame, emitting heat and burning the scented herbs hanging by the window meant for healing and forging. The smoke danced, filling the air and whisked away.
At the far end of the room laid Master Alenda. Her chest heaved up and down consistently, and the colours adorning her sunken cheeks and eyes seemed to return faintly. Her blazing-red lips are now toned with her skin colour.
The wrinkles, on the other hand, were excessive.
"Wysteria..."
I slowly turned to face Rael, unable to hide the emotions running inside. "She is my master. She-"
I paused, inhaling sharply for a wonder of her place in my life. "She taught me many th
