Lolchess stood still at the top of the hill, wrapped in a simple piece of fabric that fluttered lazily in the breeze. Above her, the sky was painted with the fading orange hues of dusk, yet her eyelids remained stubbornly closed. Her bare feet sank slightly into the damp grass.
The silence around her was suddenly broken by the sound of light, almost imperceptible footsteps. A shadow appeared behind her, sharply outlined in the dimming light. It was a woman with an imposing presence, her face partially hidden beneath a black hood, though strands of silky dark hair peeked through. Her crimson eyes gleamed with a menacing glow. She wore a fitted shirt that clung to her waist and pants that accentuated her slender figure.
She stopped a few steps behind Lolchess, towering over her. "What are you doing?" she asked in a cold, sharp voice, an order disguised as a question.
