Chapter 251

“Who is this new sorceress?” Menoetius asked, arching his brow. He was in a dimly lit meeting room, with ancient stones meticulously arranged to form the foundation and walls that exuded an aura of grandeur and history.

The air is heavy with the scent of age as if the room itself holds secrets from centuries gone by. Cobblestones, worn smooth by countless footsteps, create a mosaic-like floor, adding a rustic charm to the space.

At the centre of the room, atop a raised dais, King Menoetius repositioned himself on his seat with a furrowed brow, his expression etched with worry. The Dias itself is made of polished marble, a symbol of power and authority. It reflects the flickering light of the candles placed strategically around the room, casting dancing shadows that seem to echo the flickering emotions in the hearts of those gathered.

A few feet away from King Menoetius, his faithful and loyal enchantresses take their place. Camilla, Circe, Morgan le Fay, Hecate, Mo