"Alright, well come by tomorrow to discuss further about our skill." Roy said, stepping out of the room. "Good night, Zephyr."
"Good night," Zephyr replied.
"Sweet dreams!" Clara spoke dashing put of the door. Amber did the same and soon, it was only Zephyr.
He closed the door, locking it with a bronze key. Placing the key on the table, he whispered, "So what do you think?"
His shadow rose and took the shape of a woman. "There's no doubt about it," Sylvia spoke. "She's my descendant."