The room Alaris had teleported them to could as well have been made out of gold.
Belladonna couldn't figure out whose room this was, but she was sure of the village they were in. Never could she have believed that tales were true.
They were in Aniktaki, the first village of Ignas, one that was well known for its wealth and a large expanse of land that nothing could grow on but had treasures buried beneath.
Gold, diamonds, silver, many treasures, one could only dream of.
This was the land of mines and overflowing wealth.
The room seemed to glitter, almost everything was covered with a golden surface.
Belladonna took in a deep breath, hopefully, this room would be empty, although the lit candles hung on the wall didn't promise that.
"Alar--"
"Who are you?" The voice of a young woman standing at one side of the room, with a white towel wrapped around her startled Belladonna.
"How did you get in? What do you want?"
Belladonna took a quick at the woman.
