One week passed silently. The hearts of King Castor's men tightened as their search for Reve of Azea proved futile. It was as much a mystery as the number of stars in the sky.
Their failure to fulfill the task given to them scared them. They all thought the Immortal Witch would appear in the closest night and seize their souls.
However, this never happened. Even after a month, the Immortal Witch was nowhere to be found. But fear was still dominant in the heart of the people.
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Azea.
Circe paced around her room in her mansion.
Beside her was her contracted spiritas, Fyre. It transmitted messages between Circe and the Gehenna Order. If not for its diligent work, perhaps a whole nation would have been vanquished.
Met and the others had somehow found a way to deter Circe from acting on her emotions.
