The Gray-Silver Witch's lips were soft, yet ice-cold.
A faint, ethereal fragrance spread through Shiayar's nostrils, involuntarily reminding him of the fragrant telosma that bloomed at dawn and dusk.
Meanwhile, her slender fingers were still writing in the palm of Shiayar's hand.
"Brother Shiayar, I've taken your first... This is the compensation I want."
The tickling sensation in his palm paused for a moment before moving again.
"There are too many people here. Let's find a less crowded place."
The next moment, the flowing twilight that enveloped the hall gently shrouded the figures of Shiayar and Silvia.
Then, under the twilight's veil, their forms rapidly faded and then vanished.
After a short while, the frozen amber glow around them quietly shattered.
"What happened? Did I fall for an Illusion Technique? Did I lose consciousness for a while?"
