According to his vision, this place would have been filled with mysterious magic runes long ago. As a research fanatic and a legendary arcanist, he would surely have been intrigued and thoroughly analyzed the Crystal Tower.
Yet the reality was different. Under the east-facing crystal dome basking in the morning sun, there was a rocking chair, a small table, and a pot of tea. Philancy was curled up on the rocking chair, holding a book.
Basking in the warm morning sun, reading and tasting, exceptionally quiet and leisurely.
The mist surrounding her seemed to be suppressed and dispersed by the morning sun, including her mist robe, almost translucent, revealing her snow-like skin and graceful figure without a doubt.
Gaven walked up, waved his hand, and conjured an identical rocking chair on the other side of the small table. After sitting down, he poured himself a cup of floral tea and said with a smile, "It's rare to see you in such a leisurely mood, teacher."
