Chapitre 392: The Mission II

 "Do you think anyone is in there?" Olivera asked Miriam, immediately she shifted to human self. 

Miriam looked at her clothed self and smiled. "Seems you have gotten the best hang of shifting, and still keeping your clothes on." 

Olivera shrugged her shoulders. "There was no other choice. I can't keep going up and down with my clothes in my hands or mouth. Since I'm part ancient, I have to improvise." 

She took in a deep breath, inhaling the air tainted with magic and something else. "This place is tainted with magic. You smell it?" 

She shook off the imaginary dirt on her clothes, just in case, whilst waiting for Miriam's reply. When she looked up, her friend was smiling. "What's tickling your fancy? I don't think my question has that much prowess…"