Carmine
Silence hung in the air like a dead desert awaiting whom to walk its cursed path. I sat on my large chair in the conference room staring at the envelope in front of me; my gaze dropped to the seal again – the mark of the high witch burned into the wax like a warning.
“My lord, there isn't war coming; it's already here,” Jix's voice echoed in my head, a harsh reminder of the darkness lurking in the shadows.
I glanced at everyone seated: Gamma Jayden, Gamma Andrew, and Gamma Phil, their eyes reflecting the same thing: confusion.
“Uhm… Are you guys just going to sit there and say nothing?” I asked; no answer. Just the same deafening silence.
I moved my gaze to Gamma Jayden, the wisest of them all—at least he used to be—but at this point, he seems to have lost all the wisdom he ha
