Magnus tapped his fingers on the cup, looking at the dark sky when he sensed the presence of an aura, a much stronger energy, which he had never before. He narrowly moved his eyes and slowly turned around.
However, to his surprise, there was no one behind him. He furrowed his brows together. His instincts were always strong, but at the moment, they seemed to betray him– as if his mind created an illusion for a brief moment.
However, one person did bother him. He didn't wish to believe it, but he couldn't totally ignore this factor.
Finishing the wine from the cup, he walked into the room only to encounter an unknown woman.
"Qasima!" Magnus pronounced her name.
"You recognized me," Qasima said with a smile.
"You are speaking in a way that I should be able to recognize you, Qasima," Magnus remarked with a chuckle. "You are the only person, who can enter this room without opening the door by using your magic," Magnus stated.
