The room fell completely silent the moment the door closed behind them.
Max took a deep breath while holding the unconscious drow under the arms together with Dorian.
The woman was still asleep because of Seraphine's song.
And she still looked absurdly identical to Thara.
The only obvious difference was the completely white hair falling over her face.
"This is already far too weird even by my standards," Dorian muttered.
"And your standards are incredibly low," Max replied.
Seraphine walked toward the center of the room and raised a hand.
A small sphere of blue light appeared above her fingers.
Then several candles scattered throughout the room lit themselves one after another.
The room became illuminated.
And, to everyone's surprise…
Everything was completely normal.
A perfectly made bed.
A small desk with neatly arranged notebooks on top.
A tall mirror standing beside the wardrobe.
A window overlooking the castle's inner courtyard.
A small bathroom in the back.
