Chapter 70

It was a cold and dry morning at the Valley of Karoonah. Some folks were up, while some were still resting in their Cabina.

However, for the powerful Sorceress, the morning began in a rather grim and odd manner. For her dream was so dark, that she fell off her bed and her body shivered. She dreamt that her only friend died in a tragic death, slit by the throat and was flung to the air — and was crying as she took her final breath.

‘Luntian.’ She heard the name of the black Shaman, recoiling and repeating in her mind in a rhythm.

After doing her morning ritual, Mayari Tabbu immediately went to the room where she does her magic. The Sorceress grabbed the bowl full of powdered minerals, an ash-like substance infused with zirconium, potassium nitrate and charcoal.

She grabbed a handful of the black ash, slightly opening the palm of her hand. Mayari Tabbu lets the ashes fall on the ground as she turns, creating a perfect circle in the floor. As she felt the ashes against the palm of her