With everyone's gaze on her, Scroll took fifteen minutes longer than earlier to calm her mind and catch hold of that hazy fluctuation of magic in her mind.
When she opened her eyes once more, she was already inside the cramped Archives.
Then, Phyllis materialized by her side in the appearance of a young witch. Centuries of time had not left any mark on her body and even though Phyllis had lived far longer than Scroll, Scroll seemed to be Phyllis' elder instead at that moment.
"What should we do next?" Scroll asked.
"Leave it to me." Phyllis revealed a confident smile, opened the iron door and walked out of the room.
Scroll hastily hurried after her.
The raucous, bustling, and magnificent city once more appeared before her eyes.
Phyllis glanced around her and very quickly locked her eyes on a young man walking in their direction. She grabbed Scroll's hand, directly strode over, and blocked the young man's way.
"Hello."
