There was a dim light filtering through the cracks of the windows, but it was more than enough to illuminate the entire apartment and smear it in a reddish-orange hue.
The color of sunset.
There was silence in the apartment, no vibrations, but if you focused a little, you could hear the sound of water breaking—sending out ripples.
Leslie Kals worked as an agent for the Red Star in the Magic Tower. Her roles were administrative and supervisory, keeping everything under control. She wasn't one of the Guardians, but her authority was undoubtedly no less than theirs.
Of course, she owed all of this to the Red Star.
She moved like a feather—her footsteps made no sound, and even her beautiful brown hair didn't sway as she walked, as if it were made of steel. But in reality, it was like silk.
