The Witches Brewery

Taikang Road, Shanghai.

Irina

I’ve always loved coming to Shanghai. The vibrant people walked from all corners of the street. The smells of the food from the vendors littered the streets. The huge neon signs that hung and gleamed in the nighttime with Chinese words I have never been able to decipher. Today the smells were different. I could smell magic in the air. The pervading smell of magic filled the air. It filled the air, making it crackle with the unknown and the familiar. I sniffed out the magic to the Tzahin district. A place very much like New Orleans artist's corner. I saw a flash of green hair. I stifled a smile. There was only one person I knew with that distinctive shade.

Raena.

Along with the Twin Dragons.

The source of magic was very distinctive. Katherine.