The dim cave echoed with the sound of water dripping from its ceiling, an occasional droplet breaking the silence.

A pair of low-heeled boots splashed through a shallow puddle as their owner strode purposefully toward the cave’s depths.
The faint blue glow of enchanted torches lit the path ahead, guiding her until she stood before a grand throne.

She knelt, one knee pressed into the damp stone, her head bowed low as she spoke with reverence.
"Master Shadow, you summoned me back from St. Heath’s Academy so urgently. Is there a new task for me?"

The figure on the throne remained still for a moment, draped in a black robe. His leg was casually crossed, one hand propping up his chin while the other rested on the armrest, its fingers tapping rhythmically against the dark stone.

Though his posture was relaxed, the air around him was colder than the shadowed cave itself. It was oppressive enough to make Elizabeth, kneeling below, not dare to lift her gaze.

"Elizabeth," he began, his voice calm but edged with menace. "When I sent you to St. Heath’s Academy, I gave you two tasks."