The Witch of Depravity

Nasiah swam towards the beach first. It had fine white sand, barely coarse at all; stepping on it didn't feel rough, more so relaxing in a way.

There were several wooden huts that stood beside him; each one filled with what appeared to be massage stations that comprised of beds, various oils in bowls, and towels.

They were manned by Mazzikin, which shouldn't be a surprise by now. The masked knife-eared folk were busy massaging their patrons.

Many of them took a glance at Nasiah, but he could feel that their gaze was primarily placed on the ring he was wearing.

He took a look at it, noticing that the emerald had begun to glow. Nasiah thought for a brief moment before closing his eyes and doing what the ring said to do.

Speak Silently And Wish Fervently.

Then, from the emerald came forth a small orb of light that manifested itself into a familiar purple-haired girl the size of a hand: Aliyah.