In a far off forest, there was an abandoned house and in it was the leader of the witches which had approached Susan. Her name was Aliya.
Though she might've looked young, she was actually 52 years old. She stood in the middle of the dark house holding an orb and started chanting some spells. Suddenly, the orb glowed red, revealing a pair red eyes.
"Greetings, my Lord!" She greeted. The owner of the red eyes manifested. It was a man with pale complexion and an uninterested expression.
He stuck a pipe to his mouth and inhaled. He took it out and let out the smoke.
"What's the good news?" He asked but Aliya fidgeted.
"Um, there... there's no good news, yet." She said and he frowned.
"Then why're you disturbing me?" He asked before putting the pipe's butt back into his mouth.
"I'm sorry, my lord. It's just... we would like to request more of your assistance." She requested and silence followed.
"Aliya!" He called.
