A man stood in front of a big cooking pot and he was dumping a lot of hideous things in it.
He picked up the spoon and started stirring it. His eyes turned white when he started muttering an incantation and soon, the pot started boiling and he kept stirring and muttering his spell.
The door opened and a woman with snow white hair entered. She walked closer to the man in the hood and bowed. "My Lord, I am sorry but we lost track of them again."
"What?" the man yelled, turning around and his white eyes turning yellow with black lines immediately as he grew an extra five feet.
The woman cowered and took steps back, backing against the closed door.
"It's not my fault, My Lord. It's the pure blood witch, somehow she always knows we are coming and they leave before we get there. I have tried casting location spells on the things they left behind in their old homes but she had put a spell on them, my location spell isn't working."
