As she turned to look around, she saw one of the shadows move. It elongated, as if it were sprouting arms, and one of the vases that was sitting on a small table was picked up and set down on the other side of the table.
Verinia pursed her lips, but remained unmoved. Even if her body were not frozen, her heart would not beat faster because of this pitiful show.
It was a spirit, not a display of magic. What was so special about a spirit? Was it going to eat her? She was not very tasty, and her body was only comprised of lean meat. Unless that spirit was going through a journey of repentance, why would it want to eat lean meat?
She clicked her tongue derisively and placed both hands on her hips. Her posture looked very impatient, and the look in her eyes was also following this line of expression.
