#Chapter23
The Ambaram-02
Diam took his spot at the right corner outside the cave and gazed at the night sky in wonder.
Arnold’s shoulders relaxed as he swiftly entered inside the warm cave and reached the hall where the person of his interest rests.
There she was, sitting on a wooden chair knitted with the help of thick grasses that grow in the roots of the mountain. Her silver eyes were focused on reading the parchments of an ancient and worn out book and bony fingers traced every word. Her long white hairs were tied in a neat bun and pale skin glows under the vibrant sizzle of a red and blue fire burning in the fireplace.
He cleared his throat, catching her attention and she lazily looks up from the book.
Her eyebrows shot up, almost hiding behind her hairline when she scanned the people in front of her from head to toe.
