In the caves of the hidden mountains, where the mages always had their usual meeting before the mage's stone, everyone was silent, waiting for their leader to arrive.
Scarlett arrived a few minutes later, her eyes challenging and unpredictable.
The less powerful mages bowed to her in respect, not daring to look into her blazing violet eyes. Her aura screamed danger.
Something had happened. And they could feel it through their suppressed energies.
"What's wrong, Scarlett? Why did you call this urgent meeting?" Arnold asked, reaching there just in time.
Scarlett sat on the stone, crossing her legs, the cloak collecting near her feet as she raised her head and removed her hood.
"Something had changed. I think something is wrong with Amelia," Scarlett said.
Arnold narrowed his eyes for a brief second before he sighed.
