"You really don't hesitate, do you?" Wang Xiao murmured, leaning against the rough-hewn stone wall.
They were no longer beneath the open sky but within a secret grotto that seemed, impossibly, to be a home.
Rooms branched out like corridors of a forgotten realm, the cavern aglow with ghostly fireflies that stirred as they entered, their light casting an otherworldly shimmer over strange artifacts and herbs strewn in odd corners.
The faint scent of incense lingered in the air, mingling with the damp, earthy aroma.
He could tell at a glance that this was a place uniquely tied to Aurora.
'Yes… this is certainly a witch's home,' he thought with an inward sigh.
The cavern lacked any traditional furniture, but a large, tranquil pool of water dominated half the chamber, its still surface like polished obsidian beneath the glow of the fireflies.
