Haru and Eirwen secure the trembling male witch. His arm is bleeding, and he is beyond petrified.
He thought, a Holy Guardian and two Mystics totally outclasses him. His chances of escape are truly dire. He can't believe he ended up in that situation, and he can't find his voice to protest.
"Since you love crossing Realms, we are bringing you to Mystic Spirit. Don't worry. We Mystics don't normally bite. Don't dare try to escape or else..." Lady Rean warns him.
She dryly laughs as she leads the way. They decided to regroup with the others and interrogate the Witch. She finds the information he will disclose is useful to their cause.
Meanwhile, the young man is almost in tears. He hadn't reached his adulthood yet, and it seems his life is coming to an end.
He can't believe encountering such misfortune. This is his first mission, and he already found himself in such a predicament. He can feel cold sweat trickling into his spine.
The border's custodians didn't dare question the Holy Guardian. She and her companions are bringing in someone— there is sackcloth over his head like its normal.
He can feel the changes in his surroundings and the growling sounds of beasts. His heart continues to quiver in fear as they enter the Mystic Spirit borders.
He can hardly imagine anything favorable that may come to this scenario. His chances are getting thinner every step he takes with them.
"Never divulge any information regarding this matter. Not even to the Divine Lord Foeni." she said to the guards.
The male witch is stunned in terror. He thought, No one will ever know where he is.
'I am so screwed...', he helplessly thought and continues to tremble.
The Divine Witch Circe has told everyone terrifying stories about Mystic Spirit. She describes them as coldhearted, savages who conceal themselves in human forms.
He can't help his fear to escalate and imagination to run wild. He cannot deny his fear, knowing he is in an unlawful, dreadful place. He started regretting insisting on joining this mission to help retrieve the Magic Mirror.
They finally reached their destination, and Lady Rean requested everyone's presence. They curiously complied and gathered around the frightened, mysterious guest.
Meanwhile, the young witch suspects he is tied on a chair and yet found it unbelievably comfortable. Despite this, he can't help himself from trembling.
The young witch can sense three unmistakable auras around him. There are also five other overwhelming powers and one mysterious person.
His head is muddle while the hopeless scenario overwhelms him. There is no way he can overpower any of them. He is still a witch in training, and he can tell that they are all highly skilled.
'There is no way in the world that I can escape these monstrous beings. Oh, Great Divine Witch, please save your humble servant!' he started chanting on his head.
He is drenched in sweat. Invisible tears are flowing endlessly in his eyes. He can't help not to think that he is really going to die.
Everyone's silence only makes him feel worst. He doesn't understand why they brought him in to be interrogated. He didn't do anything against them, and he posts no threat to anyone.
"I don't want to die. I am too young. I really mean, too young. Please release me, Oh Holy Guardians of Mystic Spirits. Please hear me out… I implore you. I mean no harm… I swear." he started to beg and rambles his plea.
"Hey Sister Rean, what kind of mental torture did you do to this poor boy?" Freya asked in disbelief.
"I didn't do much. I mean, I really didn't do anything to scare him. We just caught him snooping around. He said that he is a witch from the Middle Realm, so I decided to bring him with us." Rean casually said.
"No wonder he is so afraid. Release him. We can talk to him without restraints. What can he really do even if he is a high-level witch? He is in the Mystic Realm." Jin said nonchalantly as he drinks his tea.
Eirwen removed his restraints and the cloth over his head. It took a while for his eyes to adjust.
Not long, he found himself in a very sophisticated room. The calming scent of oils and Lord Azure's tea fills the room.
He is finding the scenario genuinely unbelievable. He quickly scanned his surroundings and saw everyone looking at him quizzically.
If Mystics are savages, why do they have such luxurious accommodation? The Divine Witch's Palace pales in comparison.
He stares at them as his eyes glow in amazement. Mystics beauty is beyond compare. They are simply divine.
He always thought the Divine Witch Circe is incomparable. At this moment, he can't help himself compare her with these heavenly looking beings.
Their complexion resembles very expensive porcelain. Their cheeks and lips have a natural glowing tint. While their eyes are mysterious and captivating, he is simply awestruck.
Gwyddien can barely believe he is in Mystic Spirit Realm. If he didn't know, he would quickly assume he is in Heaven.
'Tales about man-eating monsters are all lies! I can't believe the Divine Witch Circe actually lied to everyone.' he exclaimed in his mind.
Beasts are different species from Mystics. They might have a beast form yet their highly intellectual and sophisticated creatures.
Meanwhile, the three guardians can't help look at him questioningly. Why is this young man looking at them in such a daze state? There is nothing special about them aside from their given title.
"Sister Rean, are you truly certain you didn't do anything to him? You didn't drug him, did you?" Freya turned to Rean as she said in an audible whisper.
Lady Rean could only respond with a heavy sigh and disbelief. How can she doubt her? She wasn't even knowledgeable about herbs unless they are cooking ingredients.
She shifted her gaze at the young witch around his mid-teens. The expression on his face states he is expecting something else.
They can't help looking at each other, hoping to understand his gaze. Was there anything strange on their face? Their appearance is quite normal.
Little Eu stepped up and decided to break the awkward silence. They are already pressed in time, and they failed to figure out the enemy's intentions.
"Hello, I am Eu from the Oracle clan. May I know who you are and your intention of crossing the borders to another Realm? Lady Rean said you are spying on them." Little approaches the witch.
He looks at the beautiful little girl with captivating amethyst eyes. He never met anyone from the Oracle clan.
It was long rumored that Oracles were annihilated two hundred years ago. He can't believe that it was a hoax.
'They actually still exists!' the witch once again exclaimed in his head. Then a thought came to him, 'Was she kidnapped as well? I need to save her! Wait that can't be right...'
"You are an actual Oracle? You are so young… Did they abduct you too..?" he curiously asked.
"Well, we can grow old, too, like normal beings." Eu responded as she helplessly sighs and continues, "And no. I am not. They are my friends."
"I'm sorry. It is believed in the Middle Realm that Oracles no longer exists. Forgive my rudeness." the young witch explained as he continues, "You are friends with the Guardians? What are you doing here?"
"It's a long story. Let's discuss that another time..." Eu calmly responded.
She wanted to explain, but they don't time for leisure talk. They have to find out what happened in the Middle Realm that made them appear in Celesea.
The witch has calmed down a hundred folds in front of her presence. He can't help himself divulging information about their business in Celesea.
"I am called Gwyddien. I am a witch working directly under the Divine Witch Circe of the Middle Realm…" he began.
He showed them his proof of identity- a pure mini crystal ball with a red tassel hanging on it. He began telling the story about the Magic Mirror stolen from his Realm…
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Two years ago, a phenomenon called a Solar Eclipse happened in the Middle Realm. This occurrence helps them to foretell the future or give them warnings.
On the other hand, Oracles uses star formations. The Witches and Oracles are known never to coexist because of their close resemblance and different beliefs.
Solar Eclipses are regular occurrences in the Middle Realm. That fateful night has given them a very dreadful premonition— the Blood Moon.
It was foretold that once it finally occurs, an imminent calamity will befall them. The Divine Witch Circe quickly ordered to fortify the Ancient Artifact's seal.
Much to everyone's surprise, shadows have already infiltrated the palace. Their goal is to steal the Ancient Artifact under the Divine witch Circe's protection.
A fierce battle between the Witches of Whiskershire and the Shadows commence. Hundreds of Magic Casters died that fateful night trying to protect the stolen artifact...
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"Wait. Did you say, two years ago?" Eu asked as she confirms the information.
She underwent an awakening two years ago. Could it be that her powers early manifestation is related to the said event?
"When exactly, two years ago?" She then calmly asked again.
The male witch Gwyddien carefully thinks as he recalls that fateful day. The Shadows' appearance was so sudden yet memorable to each one of them.
He is a young witch apprentice under the Divine Witch Circe. He might not be allowed to join the intense battle, but he was there the entire time.
"Its a day of the Mystic Moon. I think it is also called a moonless night…" he discloses.
Little Eu's hand quivers as she recalls that fateful night. Her early awakening also brought horrors to her, and she wanted to stop the tragedies that will occur.
"What exactly can the mirror do?" Little Eu looks at him intently as she asked.
"The Divine Witch said it is a gateway between realms. It can summon and bring forth anyone from anywhere..." he revealed.
"Do you mean the shadows stole the Gateway of Realms two years ago?" Little Eu asked.
Gwyddien only nods at the intensity of her voice. She might be young, but her aura is really oppressive. He can only submit to her.