The gates of the mansion in Kaelthur opened slowly, creaking imposingly.
Yennifer and Cristine crossed the main courtyard with determined strides, still covered in road dust. The journey had been long, exhausting, and every muscle in them cried out for rest—but the urgency overcame their fatigue.
The contrast with the city under reconstruction was striking. From the outside, Kaelthur looked like a chaos of wood, stone, and workers trying to bring life back to a place once in ashes. But inside the mansion, an almost luxurious calm reigned. The air was fresh and fragrant, and the sound of the hustle and bustle of the streets seemed too distant to disturb.
As they pushed open the heavy doors to the main hall, what they saw was Scarlet, sitting with her usual impeccable posture.
