When Emery heard Meave's words, his attention immediately shifted to the new arrival. He exhaled a deep sigh, as he knew the other party was who he expected.
The figure approaching so fast before stopping and standing on top of the north hill was a wolf-like creature just like the two of them.
It had similar black-colored fur and spikes on its four limbs. However, Emery could clearly smell and sense the familiarity to the beast. He hated to admit it and wished it wasn't true, but the reality said otherwise: she stood before his eyes.
Morgana slowly started to walk down the hill, gaze fixed at Emery. He could feel the sheer emotion behind her raging gaze, and he was bewildered. He was not sure why Morgana would be willing to listen to the witch, nor how she ended up being the way she was right now. But, he knew killing the witch could absolve the situation.
