A lady in her thirties woke up because of the strange fluctuation of Arcane Energy near the village where she was staying.
She had a fair complexion and delicate features. Her long blond hair was braided and hung over her shoulder. She wore a simple white dress while lying on her bed.
Because of the threat she felt from those waves of Arcane Energy, she instinctively held the cane that helped her sense her surroundings. Of course, it was also a weapon in case she needed to fight.
The room she lived in was small and cozy. It had a wooden bed, a table, a chair, and a wardrobe. There was a window that let in some light and fresh air. The room was decorated with some flowers and candles that she could smell.
Although she was blind, she still glanced at the window as if she could see what was going on outside…
'What's going on?' She muttered.
Her name was Faith.
