While the councilmen finally reached the land of Mythweald to deal with the black witches, the black witches, on the other hand, were busy placing the markings around the abandoned church. The blue-eyed girl stood looking at the witches and the witch hunters working together. Her eyes were calm and her stance delicate with the flowing dress that she wore that reached the ground.
"Isn't this great, Mistress? The only time we will find the witches and the humans working together," the little girl who was small compared to the height of the other girl had a big smile on her face. For a stranger the smile would have looked as if the little girl had received early presents but in truth, this little girl who was a black witch in disguise was eager for the next hours that were to come, "Pitty how most of them will die in the ritual," she giggled.
