Thanks to the help of the little dog from the Underground Prison, Iris and the others managed to get out of there. They wasted no time and headed straight for the White Wizard's residence.
Owen stepped in front, as usual, his blond hair moving with each step, Sarah snorted softly. She couldn't help but want to cut his long hair.
Iris didn't say much. She wanted to finish all of this. She was getting more and more restless as if something made her want to jump over the time to meet Thomas and Morgan.
"Are you sure about this? The White Wizard isn't such an easy person," said Owen, while glancing at Iris, each step they approached the waterfall near the Witch's residence, the air around her seemed to grow colder.
"You should know, the entire Witch and Werewolf race is on his side. Right now … maybe … just maybe …."
