The Hunt for Toaxhillia – Arrival at Ravenshore Manor

The night air was cool against Fixina’s skin as she and Ethan stood before Ravenshore Manor, the grand estate towering before them like something out of a forgotten legend. The mansion was massive—ornate stone walls lined with ivy, grand windows glowing warmly with candlelight, and two enormous iron gates standing between them and the entrance. Even from where they stood, Fixina could sense it—the pulse of powerful magic hidden somewhere within the manor’s walls.

Ethan let out a low whistle. “Damn. This place makes my estate look like a common farmhouse.”

Fixina ignored him, stepping forward. With a flick of her wrist, the heavy gates creaked open on their own, an unnecessary display of power—but she was in no mood for delays. The two of them strode up the grand marble steps, and Fixina rapped her knuckles against the gilded double doors.