Lyla, the Witch of Wisdom, sat in her lavishly adorned office within the imperial palace, surrounded by an array of magical equipment and an extensive collection of books.
The room bespoke her bookworm and reclusive nature, a haven where knowledge and the mystic arts coexisted harmoniously. The atmosphere hummed with the faint energy of enchantments, creating an aura of intellectual curiosity.
Beside Lyla, at the small wooden chair, sat Abigail, a child she had adopted and raised as her disciple. Abigail, now showing promise in the summoning magics, absorbed the room's ambiance with wide-eyed wonder. She also loves to cling to Lyla, who is kind and gently pats her everytime when Abigail demands attention from her.
On the other side of the table was Seraphine, who had visibly matured since the events of the past year. Her physical appearance reflected the passage of time, and she bore the marks of maturity, especially noticeable in her more pronounced figure.
