The Vishkanya-1

"I will say you are brave to have come here alone. Do you even know who we are, but more than that, what we are?" The woman asked. The fog had now completely disappeared, giving them a glimpse of each other for the first time.

Sitting opposite him was a slightly darker-skinned lady who seemed to be in her golden years, flaunting her gray streaks with dignity. Her black eyes were like abysses, like someone who had seen everything that world had to offer, both good and bad.

If there were a tangible manifestation of aging gracefully, Samuel would put her forward for it. To be honest, she looked excellent for her age. She was dressed entirely in black, and only her hands were visible, indicating that she was in good physical condition. However, she exuded an aura that Samuel had never anticipated. It was comparable to his encounters with other elderly women, such as the Queen and his grandmother.