In an unknown place, inside an unknown place, a lady covered in an air of mystery sat on a throne with her face covered with a veil. Only her sharp, wisdom-filled eyes could be seen clearly.
Currently, her gaze lay fixed on a witch in purple robes, kneeling in front of her.
"Speak," said Florencia, the Queen Mother of Witches.
"Here is the evidence, Mother."
a tablet screen made its way towards Florencia. She held it and had a look, an amused smile creeping up on her face.
"There indeed seems to be an external force at play. How did you figure it out?"
Hecate looked up at Florencia. "It wasn't difficult. Dragons, especially the War Dragons that are attacking us, are hot-blooded and completely combat oriented. They cannot devise strategies or have the means to smartly avert our traps and capture our territories. With how their nature is, they should've launched a direct attack, but they did not."
