Within the dimly lit hall of the Basilisk Tower, a stunning figure captured the attention of all who entered. The young woman, with her striking black hair cascading down her shoulders and mesmerizing green eyes, stared intently at the image projection flickering before her. Her beauty was enchanting, a bewitching presence that made it difficult for those around her to look away. Even the whispers of admiration among the apprentices seemed to fade into silence as they found themselves drawn to her allure, captivated by the grace she exuded.
Beside her stood an old woman cloaked in tattered fabric, a pointy hat perched atop her head. The contrast between the two was stark; where the beautiful young woman radiated youth and vitality, while the old woman embodied the wisdom of ages past. She leaned closer to the young woman, her voice low and curious.
"Mayra, Is the youth in the projection the boy you've been speaking about? The one you regard as a threat?"
