The scorching midday sunlight streamed in through the gigantic glass walls of the penthouse unit on the fiftieth floor of the Silver Tower. The luxurious apartment dominated by marble décor and thick silk curtains felt extremely cool thanks to the temperature-regulating magic crystal arrays installed in every corner of the ceiling.
Sylvia stepped into the living room, flicking her black coat and allowing the fabric to float automatically toward the coat hanger. Although her [Cleansing] spell had worked with perfect efficiency eliminating every molecule of dust, blood scent, swamp mud, and even the fishy aroma of monsters without leaving a single particle on her skin or clothing something still felt incomplete in her mind.
