The housing system looked almost identical to that of the human realm, with thatched roofs and a few tall buildings scattered throughout, creating a curious blend of old and new. It looked almost normal, save for the occasional bursts of magic and the strange, glowing artifacts displayed in shops and homes. The air buzzed with an unseen energy, and Islinda could feel the hairs on her arms stand on end.
Despite their attempts to blend in, Islinda and her companions couldn't help but draw attention. Three cloaked figures walking through the heart of the witches' realm was not a common sight. Islinda, the smallest of the trio, was sandwiched protectively between Aldric and Azrael, both of whom exuded dangerous auras.As a result, anyone who glanced their way quickly turned back and minded their own business.
