Meanwhile, within a grand, circular chamber, situated at the very top of the tower, one would find Vlorine, the purple-eyed Witch with a pubescent physique.
She was seated on a sofa, facing another, more mature, purple-eyed witch, a woman with short brown hair.
The ceiling was high, and the room was bathed in the barrier's golden glow let in by arched iron-and-glass windows.
Both parties seemed to be absorbed in an odd board game reminiscent of chess yet vastly different.
"It is my win, Tower Mistress," Vlorine hummed as she moved a piece, prompting a small but rigid nod from the Tower Mistress. "It is indeed, Senior."
"It looks to me like she let you win, Senior," a familiar voice called out, its tone dim.
Looking to the source of this voice one would notice Calista, the blind oracle, seated on a wooden chair with a book in hand, which was odd if one considered the fact that she was blindfolded.
