Chapter 114
Kirelle
"What do you think is for dinner?" Korin asks as we head down toward the dining hall.
"I wouldn't know. Benjamin's the one who's particular about his meals."
To get to the dining room, we take the hall downstairs, then turn left, then right.
Korin snickers.
"Yeah, well… I don't think we have plans tonight. I was thinking of hanging out with a couple of la—what the hell is that?"
I see what he's talking about.
The hallway ahead is completely fogged up. Not like dusty fogged up—like someone summoned a sauna into existence fogged up. Steam rolls across the carpet, thick and hazy, making the corridor look like something out of a horror movie.
Korin raises a brow, lifts a hand, and sends out a gust of wind.
The steam whooshes away like curtains being drawn. We continue walking.
And then we find the source.
A long tendril of mist is pouring out from underneath the ornate double doors belonging to Miss Morne herself.
It's billowing.
Like actual smoke.
