Madam Nora immediately drafted a message to the Witch Queen. She still shivered inwardly at the dark aura she had felt.
"Who could it be?" she muttered, knowing that the least she could do if she battled with the wielder of such magic was escape—and that depended on whether the person allowed it.
*Knock.*
The sound distracted Madam Nora's train of thought.
"Come in," she said, her tone heavy as she let out a sigh.
A guard entered, his gaze sharp and ready for his task as he looked at Madam Nora seriously.
"Take this and ensure it's delivered to Mortia within two days. Get the largest and strongest raven," Madam Nora said in a low tone, handing the guard a document with her initials on the cover.
"Yes, ma'am," the guard replied immediately, leaving to get the job done.
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**At the Barracks:**
