CHAPTER 234: CHAPTER 234 THE WITCHES’ REALM (10)

’I guess everyone has their own problems... however I have multiple problems,’ the bed deepened from my weight, I spread my arms and legs across the bed.

’Does that make me the problem child?..." I blinked, staring at the ceiling. "... Problem child really suits me.’

Suddenly, I felt a wave of emotions, followed by numbness. I turned my head to the door, Damon and Rhydian haven’t come inside yet.

I wondered what was causing these emotions to spiral inside me.

I closed my eyes, ignoring the urge to go look for him.

......

(Another place in the witches’ realm.)

Deep in the woods, stood a majestic Gothic castle. The roof’s sharp spike protruded up against the dark sky, giving an illusion of a dangerous place.

Bats and other creatures flew above the castle’s spike. Dried vines with thorns crept over the building, the walls were pale grey.

The castle’s gate stood a few kilometers from the building.

A figure with a hood stood in front of the gate, muttering some incantations under its breath.

The door groaned lazily, before creaking open. The figure didn’t waste any time walking hurriedly to the castle.

The grass bent to the figure’s aura, before turning dark and dissipating into ashes.

"Don’t kill the poor plants, they did nothing to incur your wrath." A cold mocking voice echoed through the vast air.

It didn’t come from one particular direction, almost like it was everywhere.

"If I killed them, it means they have incurred my wrath." the figure spat out, her tone laced with venom.

"Oh, here we go again." The voice said sarcastically.

"Open the door." The voice commanded.

"The door can only open if you have the ability." The voice said nonchalantly.

"Open it, Gwen, don’t provoke me!" The figure yelled at the top of her lungs. Her hands were clenched by her side.

Gwen chuckled. "You need to prove your worth."

"Worth?" The figure scoffed. "What are you all hiding from me? I know something is wrong... why won’t you let me know?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about Seraphina."

"Really? Then don’t blame me for being rude." The figure, Seraphina, muttered words with her lips barely moving.

A golden glint flickered through her forest green eyes, fire rained from the sky, and it diverged to hit the entrance door of the castle.

A loud rattling noise filled the air followed by a booming noise.

"Seraphina! Have you gone nuts?!" Gwen yelled in seething fury.

One last ball of fire sent the door flying a few meters back.

A proud smirk formed on Seraphina’s lips. She stepped inside the castle, pulling her cloak up not to get stained by the ashes.

The edges of the entrance were crumpled, leaving a pile of dust and sand on the floor. Some of the wall was burnt and the door was engulfed in flame.

Seraphina walked down the hallway, stopping in a room with a royal blue door. She inhaled deeply before pushing the door open.

The polished floor reflected the shadows of the females in black cloaks standing at both sides of the room, leaving space in the middle room.

At the far end of the room stood a majestic throne made from black iron. The top of the throne was shaped into spikes.

Seraphina eyed the throne before reluctantly parting her eyes from it. She pulled down her hood, revealing her fiery red hair.

"Sisters." She gave a nod of acknowledgment to the other witches who were directing a look of irritation.

"You really are something, Phina," a lady in a black seductive dress, slit up her thighs, strode towards Setaphina.

Her black curly hair bounced with every step she took, and her amber eyes danced with a mischievous glint.

Seraphina spared her a glance before returning her gaze to the throne. "Where is the queen, Gwen?" Her tone was authoritative and left no room for argument.

"Phina, Phina, as fiery as ever." Gwen stopped in front of her, giving her a smug look. "To answer your question..." she trailed off, teasing her. "As you have heard the queen is very ill, and might declare a successor."

"Where is she? I need to see her." Seraphina carried the weight of worry and fear... fear of the queen dying. If the queen dies the witches’ realm would be plunged into chaos.

The defectors won’t miss the chance of usurping the throne and taking control of the realm. Even with the queen alive they have been difficult to deal with.

With witches getting corrupted daily, their numbers have been growing rapidly lately.

The queen must not die now, even if she chooses a successor, the position is not solid.

Gwen blocked her path with her left hand. "Phina, relax. The queen will be fine. Can’t you see the sisters here watching over her, and besides she is sleeping now, and shouldn’t be disturbed." Gwen narrowed her eyes slightly.

"If she is fine, why did you try to block my path?" Seraphina’s gaze hardened.

"Because I know how quick-tempered you are, and I was afraid you might cause trouble." Gwen shrugged her shoulders.

They held each other’s gaze, and silence stretched through the air. Electric crackled as the tension thickened.

Seraphina walked closer to Gwen. "We can’t let the queen die now. It will cause a war."

"I know, that’s why I’m keeping a close eye on her."

"What can we do to prolong her life?" Seraphina’s brows furrowed in seriousness.

Gwen paused. "The only thing that can prolong her life is the fae magic. Not just any fae, the Chosen..." she shook her head sadly. "But we both know what happened to her a century ago, and the golden tree is gone, which has greatly affected our magic."

"What can we do now... go straight to the point, Gwen." Seraphina’s hands shook by her side as she was barely keeping her emotions in check.

"However, her magic remains in two places, one is the golden orb but it is in the hands of the defectors, that is completely out of reach... and the second... inside the Lycan King."