The road leading to the Kingdom of Witches cut through a stretch of ancient forest, where the trees seemed to touch the sky and shadows danced among the branches like living creatures. The carriage moved slowly, the rhythmic sound of the wheels mixing with the rustling of enchanted leaves that shimmered in bluish tones under the twilight.
Kael watched from the window, his gaze distant. The wind carried the scent of herbs, mana, and black flowers—a unique mixture that only existed there, in the lands of his maternal family. A place that, until recently, considered him a stranger.
Now, everything would be different.
Irelia, sitting opposite him, crossed her legs impatiently, watching the road. Her feline gaze cautiously swept between the trees. Amelia, beside her, held an open grimoire on her lap, but read without truly absorbing the content—her nervousness was evident. Sylphie, leaning against the window, seemed fascinated by the energy pulsing in the air.
