Zyra returned to her room, the encounter with the mysterious robed figure replaying in her mind. She couldn't shake the words spoken to her, nor the strange sense of familiarity that had lingered in the air. The room felt colder than before, the weight of her unanswered questions pressing down on her.

She sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the flickering shadows cast by the small flames she still held in her palm. Letting them extinguish, she sighed, rubbing her temples in an ...