Beside the cauldron blistering with an intense flame, the Young Nephilim lay kicking her feet against the loose snow, twirling the few red strands of scarlet hair trailing down her cheek. It had been a few hours since Altair had left, and everything had been prepped. All that was missing was the boy himself.
Riena grumbled, bored, finding little motivation to read today like she did most days. "When is he returning?" she asked, hopeful he'd appear behind her answering. She popped her head up towards the cauldron and frowned. Mana quickly surged through her pupils, allowing her to perceive Heavens and Earth mana. She glanced down at the Mistywood blistering a cold heat due to its Yin base element.
A noise approached, alerting her to the boy's presence as she turned to him. " Your back…" She tilted her head, glancing down at the cold corpse being dragged by the ankle. "And who's he?"
