Candles placed outside the gallery lost flickered when no wind came. But in the next moment a harsh wind slipped out from the wall of stones which was placed at the end of the corridor, blowing the flame to gray smokes that faded to air.
Inside the gallery, Ian ran his finger in circular motions to the surface of the cup which was gold in color. The red tea lost it colors once his red eyes were reflected to the the liquid. "I've told her about immortal beings." when he uttered the last two words, Ian smiled with a hint of wickedness to Maroon.
