Prison

Hermes Library.

"Maedsises, I thought with their queen all of them have disappeared," I asked to the figure cloaked in the mist.

Even after decades of times. I wasn't able to guess, the identity of the being.

I have a few guesses, but I didn't dare to voice it out.

"Their queen was smart; it had spread its seeds before it joined the war," replied the figure clad in the mist, while it twirled the fingers.

With every movement of the beings' hands, the changes are happening in the tower.

Changes, that even she couldn't understand, despite it being her tower.

Once upon a time, she thought, she understood the design well, but now, she knows, she could barely understand them.

She had found the designs in a very dangerous place. It was a sheer luck; she had found them and spent a long time forging them.

By the time, she had finished with the tower; there was nothing left on her except for her precious books.