Meanwhile, in a room cut away from the world, with no windows or doors, no end nor beginning, stood an old woman wearing a buttoned down white robe.
Despite her balled up hair showing greyish and white tones, the old woman looked stately and solemn, as if her very presence demanded respect and adoration. She had a mien of a Queen, similar to that of the Duchess Regina, but with a hint of mystery and depth that gave her a sharpness that should make anyone wary of crossing her.
She stood in the room patiently, waiting for something… or someone.
Finally, a rift in space appeared right in front of her, the fraying edges of the crack becoming crystallized with calcified diamonds with multiple facets that reflected prismatic light.
Then, a young, black haired woman stepped inside.
This was none other than Katarina Petrovich.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice," Katarina bowed, showing this old woman the obeisance she needed.
