A few days later, in the early morning.
A streak of golden sunlight pierced through the forest mist and shot into the dark cave.
Seemingly sensing the change in light around, the graceful figure sleeping in the corner woke up leisurely, sat up from the straw-covered stone slab, and observed the surroundings.
The cave was very simple, clearly naturally formed.
But the recent occupants who had just moved in were diligent, cleaning it spotless and even adding a touch of homely warmth.
Ahead of the fire, a female mage with black hair, wearing a black mage robe and slightly pointed ears, was adding ingredients like mushrooms, jerky, and fennel into a steaming pot, seemingly preparing today's meal.
The scent of cloves and currants emanating from her made the newly awakened Skar feel inexplicably familiar.
Had they met before somewhere?
At this moment, Yenifa by the fire also sensed the movement and gaze from behind, grabbing a magic wand beside her as if facing a formidable enemy.
