Ida enters the alchemical laboratory. There, she is already eagerly awaited by Mahra.
"So much to do..." The head of the workshop lay on her side on the counter where potions were usually sold, "You will help me, Ida?"
Mahra looked surprisingly relaxed and playful.
But as soon as she arrived at the designated place and saw her mentor there, something seemed to click in her mind. The headache subsided, her mood improved, and a feeling of security appeared. Somewhere deep down, she understood that all this was not normal. But it felt like she had less and less strength to resist.
"Of course, what needs to be done?"

