In a room
A beautiful woman with long hair looked pensive alone. She was staring in the mirror, which reflected her own image. There was a pale blank expression on it, but in her heart, there was deep anxiety that made the smart lady have to take action.
"I can't stay like this forever. I have to do something,” Atvertha muttered, restless. The image of the friend appeared again in her mind, so that moment gave rise to an idea for her. “I can ask help from Nyx. She knows the state of the earth more than I do. She might want to lend a helping hand to me.”
The index finger of the right began to be pressed against the mirror while reciting a spell, “O, Nyx, tut vetnth ionth. Obgethentha tut eth githz eino!”[ O, Nyx, tut vetnth ionth. Obgethentha tut eth githz eino! = O, Nyx, my loya
