At the castle were gathered the council of witches. As soon as Clara walked, she was met with silence. Ferahon stared at from her high sitting place. She made a few eye contact with the leaders of the witches sitting by her flanks, as she walked past them. Ferahon knew at that moment Clara was coming for her. Perhaps, she must have something in her mind which she intends to tell the council. Just as she was few meters away from Ferahon, Zana stepped in her way.

"I hope all is well Clara? The expression on your face at this moment gives me some concerns."

"Step out of my way...