[ POV Change ]
[ Spirit Mountain Sect - Guest House ]
Nayara, the daughter of the sect leader, stood before the Guest house, her nerves betraying her usual calm demeanor. She couldn't help but feel a sense of worry if she was dressed adequately to meet the guest. She fidgeted with her white hair, trying to make sure it was perfect, as her golden eyes moved to gaze upon the towering walls of the castle made of grey stone that rose high into the sky, their edges sharp and jagged. The door to the guest house was ornate, with intricate carvings of mythical beasts, and was made of polished oak wood that gleamed in the sunlight, complementing Nayara's warm, tawny complexion.