Outside world.
The castle between isolated hills.
Inside the garden.
"Sleipnir," Sharon's voice was apathetic as she looked at the young mare who cast her a puzzled glance. She turned to glance at the castle, "The Witch of Death has some questions for you."
The young mare: "..."
She was just a horse; why would such an important person want to see her? However, with the thought of Ahtal being taken away by Eden, her doubts subsided.
Probably to ask where Ahtal had gone.
With that thought, the young mare followed Sharon into the castle, arriving at the room belonging to the Witch of Death. There sat the Witch of Death at a window-side location, a cup of steaming tea on the table before her, and beside her was a neutral beauty with short blue hair, kneeling on one knee, reporting to the Witch of Death—seemingly about something concerning "Witch resurrection."
