Seraphina's eyes glinted with a sharp cold emotion. The Golden tree, usually referred to as the Sacred tree, was once the heart of all magic, and it had withered because of the Witches' greed.
And the Chosen, was the only one who could harness the tree's magic, distributing it across the four corners of the world. The Chosen's duty was to protect the Golden tree and give their life if required.
Now that both options are gone. The Golden orb was out of reach, the witch's last choice was the Lycan King.
"Then I'll go to him myself. If the Queen must live, I'll tear the magic out of his bones if I have to." Seraphina's nails dug into her palms.
Gwen chuckled, her eyes turning serious. "This is the Lycan King we are talking about. Do you think you can kill him? Just you?" She scoffed. "Don't forget that he is immune to witches' magic."
Seraphina scoffed. "Just admit you are scared."
