Warm water continuously falls from the showerhead while steam filled the confined space. Finishing his bath, Darius twisted the knob to turn the water off. He opened the door and allowed the steam to escape, grabbing the towel hanging from the rake he wrapped it tightly around his lower body.
TUCK! TUCK! The water droplets fell to the floor as Darius walked closer to the mirror, hanging on the wall.
The mirror, just like the rest of the elven property looks expensive. It has a frame made from gold and gems, reminding him of a story about a girl that was poisoned with an apple, and a lunatic of a stepmother that always looks at a giant mirror.
He leaned closer to inspect the wound he gained from Eldric but to his surprise… the wound was gone. It vanished just like that, without him even realizing it.
He furrowed his brows and leaned even closer then grazed his fingers across his cheek, there was nothing. The wound is gone.
