Fire Mage

Cypress Street, Underground District, Miracle City.     

As Marvin and Arayn were advancing to the 52nd layer, a young red-haired woman in her late thirties sat on an iron throne in a dark, gloomy chamber and looked at the empty chairs and table placed before her with a lonely face.     

She was none other than Asher.     

Her skin was pale, shimmering silver, like the scales of a fish caught in moonlight. Her hair was a flowing tangle of deep blue strands, like the tendrils of seaweed waving in the tide.     

Asher's bluish eyes were the most captivating feature, shining like two brilliant stars against the darkness of the deep sea.