A large, round golden mirror appeared, levitating in front of her as she sat cross-legged on the exquisite wooden chair she'd taken out of her storage ring. The mirror glowed and a man (whose face was concealed behind an intricately crafted golden mask that had sapphire stones in the middle) could be seen. His shirtless, well-built body had terrifying tattoos of a skull and a three-headed serpent.

“How's it going, Glinda? Did you find something valuable?” the man asked in a raspy voice.

“Narfi, it's indeed a fact. The female is a tribrid. She is participating in the triennial contest so she is a werewolf for sure. And moments ago,...