Chapter 380

“That’s because you're not,” Nemyra replied, glaring at the Enforcer. “Lord Dareth called upon the weavers of Fate one day and asked them how he would die. They told him that he would meet his end at the hands of a True god and a Witch with fiery red hair. It isn't a prophecy. Some, like him,” she gestured at the Enforcer who was now staring at Ron in awe. “just made it out to be.”

Prince Ron pressed his palms against his face, groaning. If that was how Dareth was going to meet his end, then they were in big trouble. He was not a witch. Neither was Zedekiel a True god. No wonder the evil god didn't really seem bothered about the issue. He must be thinking that there was no way he would die. Ugh, how were they supposed to win now? He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to doubt himself. One thing at a time.

The Enforcer suddenly leaned forward earnestly. “Please, Chosen One. We have suffered for far too long. Let me help you. I can take you to where Lord Eron is being kep