Chapter 87 Ruby skills
"Not empty, actually," the tall witch corrected, her voice low and calm as they approached a larger hallway.
The witch stopped in front of the main office doors, and Ruby's eyes narrowed as she took in the scene. The room was packed with people—dozens of them, all dressed in official-looking attire. Most stood in clusters, whispering among themselves, while others paced back and forth with worry etched on their faces.
Ruby stepped inside, her gaze sweeping over the gathering. Every face seemed tense, brows furrowed, eyes darting nervously as if they were on the edge of disaster.
"Are you Ruby?" a voice called out from the far end of the room. It was raspy, tired, and heavy with age.
Ruby turned her head to find the source. An older witch stood there, her posture slightly hunched but her gaze sharp. Her gray hair was tied back neatly.
"Yes," Ruby replied, nodding once. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she studied the woman. "What's this about?"