"Good luck…
You're going to need it"
As the beggar said those words, the great door closed and the sound of his steps disappeared, leaving the room at its usual tranquil silence and peace.
The only thing that changed was the kneeling man's expression, he looked pretty annoyed by the man's comments.
And he wasn't the only one bothered by those remarks, the barely outlined expression of the person sitting on the throne changed from calm to troubled, she was
Thinking about something.
A few seconds passed, and the figure on the throne finally made her move.
She partially raised one of her hands, her elbow still lying on the armrest of the throne as she said:
"He's already here"
The mage frowned at that phrase, and Hans began to worry about his safety.
Not even a second passed from that instant when the whole place had been covered In a little layer of fog.
