บท 3073: Cruel Voices (Part 1)

"Aunt Scar?" A sad expression set on the Sekhmet's face as she looked at the young Vampire, as if she was contemplating the painting of a late friend instead of celebrating the reunion with a lost one. "Is everything okay?"

"Not really, but it will be."

"What's with your hair, this tent, and the village? Are you being punished?" Nyka asked.

"No, I'm not. Don't worry, child." Scarlett chuckled, a spark of her old self appeared and disappeared just as quickly. "I've cut and altered my hair for my mourning period. Before you ask, no one died. I'm mourning my old life." She said with a heavy sigh.

"The tent, instead, was my first task after receiving Salaark's Forgemastery lessons. I had to use my newfound powers and what she taught me to craft living quarters befitting of my size and treasures.