"This will make things easier." With Haldris' wave, the hovering platform, stone tables and gardens faded like verdant pigments caught in a whirlpool.
Adam barely had time to blink before he found himself in a hall of deep red walls. Lined on them were ancient portraits, their golden frames engraved with curves and swirls, glistening under crystal chandeliers.
Among them, he recognised Teacher Diane's blond hair, but it was the rest that made him freeze for a moment.
She smiled, her intact left lip stretching smoothly to her cheek—no scars or disfigurement to tarnish her beauty. Like the other portraits, she wore a matching dark robe, pinned around her neck with a medallion that represented the familiar silver sword that pierced a serpent. And since they all bore the emblem of the House of Exorcism, it could only mean these were students from before the two other Houses were established.
