_Lyla's POV_
The room was dimly lit by flickering candles placed haphazardly across wooden shelves. The shelves themselves were filled with glass jars, some containing dried leaves, others holding strange liquids that shimmered unnaturally under the candlelight. Bundles of herbs hung from the ceiling, their earthy aroma mixing with the scent of burning incense. The walls were lined with aged books, their covers cracked and worn with time.
In the center of the room stood a wooden table. Its surface was covered in intricate carvings. A large, black cauldron sat upon it. Its contents were bubbling softly and releasing a faint and glowing mist.
The fire beneath it crackled, casting eerie shadows across the floor. To the right, a worn-out chair sat beside a smaller table, where a deck of tar
