Crow Bone
The direction was bit in the distance. The big pillars welcomed them ever after they passed a hall. The polished tiles of the floor were dusty. It seemed like they were waiting for halls to get cleared one by one.
They witnessed how the gallery and its art pieces were shining clean when they last visited it for the ability. They were sure that someone much have cleaned the mess created by Red Ink.
It was true. The halls those were cleared now resumed their lush condition. The script hall was no more in the mess. The files and the documents were placed in order. The staff was working however they were ordered not to bother the special teams.
