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Runecaster of the Horusaad

"Are you prepared to see the Runecaster of the Horusaad?" Chris inquired, his voice laced with mystery and intrigue.

Adrian responded with a deadpan expression, causing Chris to clear his throat awkwardly.

"Okay, okay, no need to be so serious. We're here, so of course, we'll keep moving. I just thought you should have a good look around this place."

After finishing his words, Chris began to navigate through the bustling crowd, with Adrian trailing closely behind. 

Adrian now also paid attention to the Mother gaze because he understood that if she intended to harm him or prevent the removal of the mark, she would make a move. However, the absence of any noticeable change in her gaze left him even more uneasy.

Adrian remained cautious, not letting his guard down, fully aware that the unsettling chain of coincidences persisted. He couldn't predict how long this would continue, but he was increasingly uncomfortable with being manipulated by unseen forces.

After walking for a considerable distance, Adrian began to feel a bit disoriented and asked, "How much farther is it? Shouldn't you reach out to her to confirm if she's still there?" He was starting to feel a bit uneasy about the situation.

Adrian remained on high alert, feeling as though he were still a pawn in a game he didn't fully understand.

"She's still at her place," Chris informed Adrian, and as much as Adrian had numerous questions swirling in his mind, he decided to keep them to himself, trusting his so-called friend to a certain extent.

As Adrian followed Chris through the bustling streets of the town, he couldn't help but be drawn to a particular building that stood out from its surroundings. Chris came to a halt in front of this striking edifice, its presence in this locale feeling all the more unusual because of its unique construction.

The building was a true anomaly in the midst of the town's traditional architecture, as it was crafted from pristine red marble. Its façade shone brilliantly, reflecting the warm Horusaad's sun and casting a radiant glow across the street. The marble was adorned with intricate carvings and ornate patterns that spoke of both opulence and grandeur.

The striking contrast between the red marble building and the more modest structures that surrounded it was impossible to ignore. It stood as a testament to a different era, a symbol of wealth and extravagance in the heart of this small town.

As Adrian approached the building, he couldn't help but wonder about its history and purpose in this town, where tradition and modernity coexisted in a delicate balance. The pristine red marble structure beckoned, a beacon of curiosity in the midst of the town's everyday life, and Adrian was eager to learn more about its enigmatic presence in this vibrant Horusaad's setting.

Observing Adrian's wide-eyed wonder at the impressive architecture, Chris couldn't resist playfully slapping him on the shoulder.

"See, I told you that you'd be amazed by her presence. You should be thankful you have a friend like me who's here to guide you," he quipped.

In response to Chris's comment, Adrian couldn't help but nod in agreement, thoroughly impressed by the spectacular view before him.

"Quit the chitchat and let's head inside. I'm uncertain how long it'll take her to sort this out."

Adrian urged, glancing at Chris, who maintained a nonchalant attitude, understandable since the issue wasn't originally his concern.

With a quiet chuckle, Chris took the lead and entered the building. Adrian followed closely, and he couldn't help but notice the conspicuous absence of people around the vicinity, as if no one paid attention to or looked in the direction of the building.

Without dwelling on it too much, Adrian stepped into the building as well. Once inside, he couldn't help but observe that the entire space was remarkably sparse, with just a single chair positioned right in the center of the room.

Adrian cast a questioning look at Chris, who responded with a nonchalant shrug.

"What is this place supposed to be?"

Chris remained silent and positioned himself a short distance from the chair, appearing to wait for something to occur. And then it did.

The chair, which had been vacant just moments earlier, now had a woman seated in it.

In the dimly lit room, a woman now sat on the chair with an air of enigma and elegance. She was adorned in a flowing abaya, its deep black fabric sweeping around her like a shroud, concealing her figure beneath.

Her pallid, deathly skin seemed to glow in the subdued light, contrasting starkly against the obsidian garment. It was as if the abaya served not only to veil her body but also to accentuate her unearthly complexion.

Her eyes, framed by thick lashes, were enigmatically shadowed with dark, sultry makeup. The makeup was skillfully applied, transforming her gaze into something ancient and beguiling. It lent her an air of maturity that belied her actual age, adding depth and intrigue to her otherwise youthful features.

She sat with impeccable posture, her body gracefully draped across the chair, a queen on her throne. Her aura exuded an otherworldly mystique that made her utterly distinguished, setting her apart from the ordinary. 

Her presence, though not imposing or strong in the conventional sense, held a magnetic quality that discreetly repelled anyone from approaching too closely. It was as if an invisible force field surrounded her, preserving her air of mystique and intrigue.

The room seemed to revolve around her, and those present couldn't help but steal curious glances in her direction. Yet, they dared not disturb her, for her elegant poise and the enigmatic aura she exuded made it abundantly clear that she was a woman of rare and intriguing presence.

"You noticed my presence, right?"

The runecaster woman spoke with a Horusaad-style accent, her voice resonating with depth and carrying a soothing, entrancing quality. It was a captivating blend of tradition and mystique, reflecting the rich cultural tapestry of their heritage.

Chris gestured toward himself, but upon realizing that her attention was directed at Adrian, he chose to remain silent.

"Are you the Runecaster?" Adrian inquired as he moved a few steps closer to her, no longer wishing to prolong the wait.

As she saw him approaching, she remained silent and instead glanced behind Adrian, as if she were observing something there. After a short while, beads of sweat began to form on her forehead.

"I can't decide if you're unfortunate or fortunate to have captured her attention and survived this long. It appears you've brought me quite a predicament this time, Chris."

She remarked, turning her head toward Chris, who wore a bewildered expression.

In ancient Horusaad's sands, where time does flow,

Horusaad's accent, a melodic glow.

A linguistic treasure, like whispers of the Nile,

In each syllable, history's echoes beguile.

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