Chapter 13: mira
Her scent still lingered faintly on my sleeve—it was cool and strengely a warm feeling.
I stepped outside the herbal shop, scanning the street.
She hadn't gone far.
Her pale black hair trailed behind her like flowing ink under moonlight, the bag of herbs held loosely in her hand. Each step she took was calm and cool, like she wasn't walking through a noisy trade city but through a world that existed only for her.
And I followed,
Not because I was curious.
But because... something pulled me. An instinct, like the tug of fate on a thread.
She turned down another street, narrower than the rest of the street flanked by high stone walls etched with faint runic markings. The noise of Jeon City cooled down as we moved away from the crowd. A new scent began to rise—herbs, oils, and something sharper... more like,
Alchemy.
I recognized it just before I saw the building.
The Jeon City Alchemy Guild stood tall with three tiers high, and an ornate roof shaped like an open lotus in bloom. Golden insignias shimmered above the entrance—mortar and pestle, like all elements in perfect allignment.