The silver engravings of the doors shimmered with runic lights, but Arthur sensed no hostility from it. Instead, he sensed the presence of the seer behind the double doors – watching, calculating, and waiting.
One knock and the other, resonating in the hollow interior of the mansion. Arthur sighed at how much things have changed and watched the doors creak open, like a beast unhinging its maw. Inside was the violet mana surrounding a figure, whose back faced Arthur.
"It has been a long time since we last met," muttered Arthur as he walked into the bedroom, his feet slamming to the marble floor a little too hard. "How has it been, Sier?"
A pebble thrown into the calmest pond, causing ripples. His question seemed to bring down the peace of the room, causing the violet mana to shift. Arthur stood in the silence as he watched the seer rise and turn, nothing like what Arthur remembered.
