THAT ILLUSION || Chasing the call of the chasm.
Earth is haunted, and they have come to save the earthlings before it's too late.
The Narngon school of magic is the only source of remedy for this silently perishing world. The trio of infamous queens...
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━─━─━━─━「₪」━━─━─━─━ ..HEAVENIZE..
(verb) To render like heaven or to fit for heaven. To purify a person or place. ━─━─━━─━「₪」━━─━─━─━
BANG! BANG... BANG! BANG...
The reverberating thuds joined the invasion of the morning glimmers that had already twitched to needle the shadow of the moon to disguise it swiftly and stealthily, like the wetness stir the barrens, like the verity squeal the mirage. The gentle calls of the daylight were seeping through the strict thick dark fibre curtains of the teak wooden windows to waken the heralds of the Narngons for this day. Yet they couldn't realize nature's thoughtful clue nor the disquieting sounds.
Through the clearance of the grainy granite and the blunt ends of the iron door, a pink green keratin strand emerged discreetly. The moment it slipped in, the curtains went ajar and the morning breeze gained the strength to make the strand stand twined to an invisible rail, against the gravity. Then lumps of shadows fell on the sides indicating some arrival. When the shadows filled the room the new opaque had disturbed Mordana's lids.
'OUGH! OUGH!'
When her half-awake mind was processing to avoid it and slip back to snore, these coughs made her fail.
"Dare to intrude us! Who's that devi...l?" Mordana's jaw dropped when she knew who it was. She rolled her timid tongue in and quacked her mates to get up. They zip upon seeing who was there.
"Mellow Morrow Madame Valerie!" Eir mustered to speak amidst the incursion and shock.
"Boozing Bumbling Baboons on the call of divine!" Ms Valerie murmured between her lips with a great sigh.
"And you? You were about to call me the devil isn't it?" She asked edging her sight at Mordana.
"Ain't Madame! I said that we were thankful for this divine help. Just that my tongue slurred." She tried to make it better.
"Oh! Do you dare the divine helper? Learn to lie intact," she spoke in her ever deep pitched psychic tone. Mordana bit her tongue while clenching her ivory guards.
"Stop apologising and act now. Take your things and come down within ten flicks. You are to be porting today and I came to see if you have packed it all right. Such a grace of being your mentor." She coughed out her odds.
"Sure madame, we will be there soon," Eir responded while she woke up from the floor.
"Where are your satchels? Get them here," she demanded.
Eir and Serephina brought them near her. She placed her palm over the packs and checked what was in.
"Candles, Grimoire, Crystals, Potion ingredients, Runes, Talismans, Cleansers, Holy water, Robes for Earth and some humanly stuffs. And..." She paused when she felt a rolling container.
