Selena wrapped her cloak tighter around herself and moved after Elarliya with steady steps, her presence hidden so well that even the shadows could not sense her.
Elarliya walked quickly through the palace corridors, but she did not walk in a straight line… She took three different turns, then doubled back once, then slipped through a narrow hallway that even Selena had never seen before, and if it were anyone else, they would have lost her in the first turn because Elarliya was indeed an expert at hiding her presence.
But Selena was not just anyone.
She was a witch too… one born from a pure bloodline, the kind of magic that didn't make noise, didn't leave traces, and didn't disturb the air. Elarliya's spells would have fooled every guard, every servant, every noble… Yet to Selena, her movements were as clear as footprints in soft snow.
