The atmosphere was surprisingly calm, the tension having dissolved far quicker than Alicarde had anticipated. Malefica had successfully convinced the witches to hear her out, which was no small feat. Only a few minutes ago, these women had arrived intent on capturing Malefica and putting an end to him.
Yet now, they were sitting around a fire, the flames crackling softly, as they discussed their grievances.
'Are women just more civilized than men?'
Alicarde thought, observing the scene with a hint of bewilderment.
His mind drifted back to his previous encounters, like his battle with Adonis, the warlock. The two of them had fought until they were utterly spent.
'Mostly Adonis… I had juice to spare'
Honestly, the fight hadn't been completely fair—Adonis was weakened by Malefica's curse, and Alicarde himself had held back, unwilling to unleash his full power.
