Circe's cottage was a testament to her wisdom and years of practice. The interior was filled with an assortment of herbs hanging from the ceiling, shelves lined with old tomes, crystals, and various magical artifacts. A large wooden table in the center of the room was cluttered with vials, candles, and scrolls. The air was thick with the scent of sage and lavender, creating a calming atmosphere.

Circe motioned for Zyra to sit at the table. She took a seat opposite Zyra, her eyes twinkling with ...