While Mikkel Mor contemplated the origin of the unknown presence, Reve smiled as, despite its full-on hostility, he could recognize the presence.
To him, the aura carried the warmth of a mother. It had been a long time since he had felt it.
"She is here." He whispered inwardly, preferring to keep his words to himself.
On the other side, Mikkel sighed, "Well, this is unexpected. I didn't factor she would be here so soon, not when I'm this close to achieving my wishes. What a setback."
Still, in his white coat, Mikkel took a walk outside the room, leaving Reve tied on the platform.
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Meanwhile, the three siblings; Circe, Zaha, and Cher arrived at the entrance of a washed-down house. It was not an exaggeration to call the house ancient-looking. The materials used for it consisted of stones and tree leaves, a set of building materials that were viewed as primitive in the current age.
