Chapter forty

Hepzibah appeared in a throne room and seeing the white-haired man sitting on the python carved throne, she sighed. “How dare you summon me, Idrissa?”

“How dare you take so long to answer me?” the man asked, standing up from his throne. “Pure blood witches are always full of themselves.”

“Why shouldn’t we be? After all, people like you need our powers to see the future?”

Idrissa smiled and nodded, “I take it you took so long to know if you can see why I summoned you?”

“You are a smart man, the reason you have been the python king for over a thousand years. So tell me dear king, what do you want from me?”

“I take it you didn’t see a vision then,” he chuckled, however, his face soon turned serious. “Did you hear the news?”

“What news?”

“That a nightwalker now possesses the eternal fire.”

“Oh, that,” Hepzibah shrugged.

“You don’t seem surprised.”

“Yes I’m not.”

“Hepzibah, you must understand that from the beginning of time, the world has been dominated by demons, witches and humans. The