The temple was quiet for a brief moment. Soon after, Alicarde heard the sound of footsteps echoing on the stone floor.
A woman emerged from the shadows of the temple. She had long brown hair adorned with three hairpins, her eyes deep pools of blue, and a thin smile that graced her lips. Her alluring figure was clad in a long white dress embellished with golden decorations.
Her gaze stopped on Malefica, her smile never faltering.
"To what do we owe the pleasure? It's not every day that the venerable Witch of the Night graces us with her presence."
Malefica frowned. She knew full well that this witch was not being as welcoming as her words suggested; venom was laced in every syllable.
"Why is the witch who betrayed and abandoned us here today?"
Malefica smiled. At least Cassandra was being honest about her feelings.
