Eduard is in the throne room, contemplating many things. He is mulling over the recent events and is quite disturbed. His spies from Hapsberg brought him terrible news and also, another very interesting piece of information.Roseanne was seen in Hapsberg with the Slorian Duke.“So he is her buyer,” Eduard realizes and smirks. Stefan’s death coupled with Elthezar’s demise are all connected to the mysterious Duke of Sloria. As far as he knows, the kingdom of Sloria is isolated from the rest of the world because of its high mountains and the route which is seemingly impossible to cross. “I must find that witch and bring her back,” he mutters. The powers of Veneer are too precious to give up and only a witch can unleash those powers. Once Eduard gains them, he will become invinc

“Thousands of years ago,” Vanalise begins. “The whole world was ruled by the god from Veneer. It was their home and they watched over all the creatures. Werewolves, Vampires, Witches, Humans, Faes and even Dragons. Everyone lived in their own territories because they were not allowed to fight each other. The gods had given them an abode and they must stay there.”“But the Dragons became too greedy. They began to incite violence among the different species, especially amongst the Werewolves, Vampires and Humans. The Humans were being killed by the Werewolves and Vampires which made the Witches cautious too. They were also Humans but with powers. So they sided with the Humans.”“In the war, the Gods tried to intervene but the Dragons were too quick. They waged a war against the Gods but what they did not anticipate was th

Night dawns on the lands, immersing them into a gravely silence. The shadows of the night are creeping in, slowly surrounding the areas. Other than the occasional cries of the cicadas, nothing else is making a single sound.  Midnight strikes and the houses in Ezealyra are completely shrouded in darkness. Not even a soul is in sight of the dreary streets. Several people are sleeping on the roads, settled into an uneasy escape from their daily struggles, embracing their slumber.  In the middle of the cold and silent night, a shadow is gliding through the long road. The person does not spare a single glance at the line of homeless people who are suffering everyday. Instead, he keeps on walking ahead, intent on only one goal. He continues along the street at an unusual pace, going ahead until he reaches the

Roseanne’s face is contorted into intense concentration. She is in a small field with Polina and Vanalise. There is a block of wood lying a few feet away from her and she is focusing on it with all her might. She is trying to lift the block with telekinesis but it only shakes a little.“You are too tense,” Vanalise states. “Relax your posture. Focus on the block but don’t stress!”“I am trying,” Roseanne mutters. Polina is watching Roseanne’s training with interest. She is feeling a strange vibe of energy from the Duchess which is more powerful than that of a fae. While faes can do magic, they are not like witches who can derive the magic from the powers of the moon.Faes can merely change the nature of matter from one form to another but a witch can create a mat

“Very good!” Vanalise exclaims. “That was amazing, Goddess!” Roseanne is flushed with success. She had successfully managed to keep the piece of block afloat for almost half an hour without losing too much energy. Even though her body is still not ready, she is feeling less and less lethargic after each training session. She also broke through Polina’s illusion charms with ease. Polina is also smiling at her Duchess, feeling a little proud.  “Gaia is also talking to me a lot now,” Roseanne says. “I can hear her in my head!” “I think we can try summoning her tonight,” Vanalise replies. “It will be much harder than our usual training but we have very less time.” They have only three days left in their hands for the sc