Anne stood by her side, silently giving her her support. The crease on Zala’s brows was ever present and Anne didn’t know if it was from concentrating or because her thoughts were now all over the place. Zala took one of the many essences from the shelf and added a few measured drops. At this point, it just looked like witchcraft. She dipped a glass rod into the concoction and daubed it on her wrist before taking a whiff of it.
“ohhh, It’s good.” She muttered thoughtfully, then opened another cabinet. This time she pulled out a small chest. It was filled with just 3 viles containing red, and black and the last vile had a milky white liquid in it respectively. Zala took out the vile with the milky white liquid. The moment she opened it the whole place flooded with a fragrance that was hard
