Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism novel Chapter 647

"Knock knock knock"

She tapped on the door, retreated a couple of steps, and stood there in silence.

Soon enough, a young man dressed in a modest robe made of cotton and linen, his hair pinned up with a wooden clip, came to answer the door.

As soon as Violeta saw him, a smile lit up her face. She seemed to recognize him, but her words felt oddly formal. "Hello, Master."

Francis Hoffman glanced at Violeta, puzzled. "And you are?"

Violeta said, "I was trekking the mountain when I stumbled upon this Hermitage. It's getting late, and I was hoping to stay here for the night."

The Luminous Cloud Cave was situated in a hidden, secluded spot.

Only five mentors lived within the Hermitage.

Additionally, the absence of any paths leading up or down the mountain made it difficult for most people to discover this location.

After an incident a few years back when a careless visitor from Glorialand stumbled upon it, Francis started to be suspicious of Violeta.

"Stay here," he instructed.

Francis didn't wait for Violeta to reply. He shut the door and went off to look for the Master.

In her past life, Violeta had also waited outside for quite some time, so this time, she came ready. She sat on the steps, pulling some biscuits from her bag to munch on.

The Luminous Cloud Cave wasn't known for welcoming outsiders.

Years back, Violeta had brought James here, but it was unclear whether he had succeeded in his training.

As Violeta snacked her biscuits, Tuna sat beside her on the steps. She tossed it a piece of jerky, while Hera perched on a stone pillar, her sharp golden eyes observing the interior of the Hermitage.

Francis entered the room to search for the Master.

Terrel Vance had predicted that a person with a significant bond to him would arrive at the Hermitage today, prompting him to come to the entrance with Francis.

Violeta was about to summon Hera for a meal when she heard the door open behind her.

She rose from the steps, momentarily taken aback, and turned to face them.

The figure from her memories appeared in front of her, and Violeta resisted the impulse to exclaim "Master!" Instead, she took a deep breath and greeted them calmly, "Greetings, Priests."

Terrel glanced at Violeta, his hand moving up to stroke his beard.

Though old and frail, his demeanor was lively, and his sharp eyes continuously studied Violeta.