Chapter 80

Herta.

Empty. I knew someone had managed to infiltrate the dungeon since I felt my spell break while I was busy trailing behind Olivia and Nash. They were busy admiring the scenery while someone was taking our prisoner.

I took a deep breath before observing each corner of the cell. The melting chain shone like a sore thumb on the ground, proving that my spell wasn’t strong enough. I went straight to the corner of the cell and bent down to see there was a trace of blood on the wall.

“As expected. A secret door laced with magic.” My hand felt the wall's surface, then brought it back to my nose. Inhaling the scent of dried blood mixed with the spell. Each witch had their own scent, which usually lingered if they used a strong spell. “Elton,” I murmured.

Elton Daley. My master. I laughed upon realizing how foolish I was for not realizing it sooner. How could I miss his track even after staying in the castle for so long? He was already dead, but his spell still lives up to this day.

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