Inside the room, Stella slowly opened her eyes.
Her gaze immediately shot toward the door and lingered there for a moment as she sensed Lucas standing outside.
She could feel his presence clearly, even though the thick wooden door separated them.
After a moment, she looked away.
Her eyes returned to the scroll still suspended in the air before her, and a helpless sigh escaped her lips.
She had barely recovered from everything that had happened, yet somehow, she had managed to uncover another mystery.
She stretched out her hand again. A thin wisp of magic filtered from her fingertips and wrapped itself around the scroll.
Slowly, the floating object began to descend. Stella reached out and caught it before it could touch the ground.
The moment her fingers closed around it, the scroll slowly reverted to its original form.
A portrait.
Stella stared at it for a few seconds, her expression thoughtful.
