***[Flashback POV: Startled CEO]***
Citra pulled her hand back and made a fist, rapping her knuckles against its metal side. The sound echoed through the warehouse - solid, real, undeniably there.
"This isn't really what I want to talk about, but it's the proof that I have for what I intend to say."
On the fourth knock, the entire thing was gone. I felt my eyes focus and unfocus as they searched the empty space. What was this?
"Where…"
Her other hand raised up and this time I know I did not blink. It was just there on the other side of her as she stared at me with solid blue eyes.
"It's not an illusion or trick. Calling it magic feels like an affront of some kind that I'm not sure I can explain sufficiently. I'm also not sure what you know of this world's witches, but I'm pretty sure it's not witchcraft."
"Citra, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Am I rambling… or did you not know that witches exist? I actually didn't either until recently."
