Chapter 25 A Wizard

• "Caw—caw—caw—"
• The cawing of crows echoed incessantly in the room as I struggled to open my eyes, finding myself back in the room of the red-haired man.
• My mind was still foggy, unable to make out what was in my field of vision. The red-haired man sat by the burning fireplace, engrossed in a thick book. Above, the crow flapped its black wings, occasionally emitting unpleasant cries, but its master seemed unperturbed.