The simple walls of the chamber, adorned with nothing but simple carvings of the Ereal's family, absorbed the dim glow of the flames emanating from the candles on the table, before the four figures who were huddled around.
Syvis, the cold and seemingly uninterested one, sat with her gaze fixed on the intricate patterns of the table, her fingers idly tracing the lines, yet her mind far away, lost in the vast, thoughts plaguing her mind.
She was the only one who could perceive the subtle whispers of magic that permeated the air, the faintest tremors in the dark weave of power. But even her keen senses, honed through years of practice and experience, were dulled by the exhaustion of the recent battles.
The war had left its mark on her, draining her reserves and blurring the edges of her perception. Across the table, their sisters, Aella and Kaela, the twin warriors, exchanged a silent glance, their brows furrowed in worry.
