Since everything went well with Lila, Mel could almost leave it behind; the tragedies that once befell all of them, before and after they became the Witches.
So her throat choked at the new information.
Liora has been in cahoots with the Cult since childhood?
"Wait."
Mel held her head; her golden eyes shivering. "Something's not right. Liora..."
The Cult was established only after the {Unprided Crusade}, and Liora was-
"You seem to have misunderstood something." Liora raised her head from the document.
"Allow me to clarify: no. I'm currently a hundred and thirty-five years old and have lived peacefully as a child Elf for about a hundred years."
"Then..."
A brief silence hung, as Mel's lips clenched themselves.
Though Maria broke it with a casual smile, now aimed towards Mel as she placed a comforting hand upon Mel's shoulder.
"Something you should've known, Mel."
