Faustina panted heavily, defeating the apparitions by the light emanating from the magical hexes she conjured, and from the Lumos of her staff. Her nerves were still restless, but they didn't bug her so much now. Her body got used to the pain, and thus she was able to cope up quickly. It became a stinging persistence—but it was nothing she couldn't have handled.
Inside the balcony was a room that had a canopy bed covered in dust. The room was filled with wooden debris and planks that were abruptly hanging on its ceilings. A crooked chandelier also dared to fall as it dangled above Faustina.
Faustina, who was holding her staff vigilantly, looked around the room. She turned her head right and left, wary of whatever it is to come.
