In the afternoon, Aiden appeared in Abigail's summoning space as promised.
Upon entering, he saw several pairs of eyes focused on him. Even with the fog obscuring their expressions, he could feel the sharpness in the gaze of the five people opposite him.
Facing such a tense opening, Aiden spoke with a hint of humor, "Your looks seem a bit frightening. Did you not sleep well last night?"
Aiden figured it was only natural they hadn't slept, considering the Witch Gathering was a loosely organized battle-of-all-against-all, and the Great Witches who joined the conflict were not there for organizational survival or collective honor, but mainly for their own chance to attain divinity.
The Witch Gathering had been bustling around the Cult for so long, and in the end, Aiden had snatched all the spoils. Anyone would be vexed enough to lose sleep over it.
