Bab 280: The Death of Master - I

"Ravenna, allow me to introduce you to Ms. Myron," said Ronger, presenting the elderly woman seated across from her. 

"A reclusive master of the soul, she is a peer of Soren in the art of soul magic and a mentor of mine, entirely worthy of your trust."

Ravenna bowed her head in greeting to the venerable, white-haired lady before her: "Greetings, Ms. Myron."

"Heh… I never expected Ronger to seek my aid," chuckled the old sorceress, whose name Ravenna had never heard of and had clearly been in seclusion for some time. 

"It must have been over thirty years since we last communicated."

Ronger, much like Ravenna, bowed her head in a mix of respect and embarrassment, "I've thought of reaching out to you several times, but I feared disturbing your asceticism. My apologies, mentor."

"There's no offense taken, merely curiosity... After your achievements, you've never troubled me. Whatever brings you here must be of great importance."