They walked amidst falling petals and drifting leaves. Cyra could sense the subtle heartbeats hidden in the shadows and the powerful auras that lingered just out of sight.
The night buzzed with life as fireflies flitted around, their gentle glow lighting the path ahead.
They stopped in front of a big ancient, towering building. Lilly pushed the door open, revealing a mix of past and present- wooden beams and antique decor blended seamlessly with sleek, modern technology.
Two women in guard uniforms straightened up on their arrival. Their eyes lingered on Cyra, curiosity flickering across their faces.
"Prepare a comfortable room for our guest," Lilly commanded, her tone firm and authoritative. Yet, when she turned to Cyra, her demeanour shifted, her words tinged with respect.
"Miss, this is the guest house for visitors...I need permission, before I can take you in." Lilly spoke and three of them searched her expression for any slight disagreement or anger.