Serelith coughed lightly, her voice breaking the silence. Everything had returned to normal, the thick, shrouded illusion of the forest dissipated like a fading mist. She had already dressed herself in her usual robes, the signs of their earlier "training session" erased, save for her slightly flushed cheeks. Lira stood near the door, still looking a bit dazed, as though she was trying to make sense of what had just happened.
Mikhailis glanced at Lira, his glasses adjusting slightly as Rodion's voice piped in.
