Once the preparation was done, Rosina fixed her black robe before locking her office door, indicating she didn't want to be disturbed.
Then Rosina went to the middle of the room, where she needed a significant amount of space.
"Open," Rosina pricked her finger tip as blood dripped from her skin, dropping to the floor.
That was when Rosina opened a portal that connected to the area where Rocco was located.
By the time, the sun stretched its fingers across the realm.
Rosina was already slipping down the passage as the portal closed.
In the end, the portal opened, and Rosina was a few meters away from him then.
Rosina spotted Rocco before he noticed her.
Rocco was kneeling, his hands buried in the dark soil, pulling stubborn weeds between crops. His shirt clung to him in sweats, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, forearms streaked with dirt.
There was no crown, no war, no intrigue, just a man breathing in rhythm with the land.
