Irene had only ever heard the name Memphis once in her life, and what she heard wasn't pleasant.
A mad witch who takes pleasure in causing chaos and pain.
The only thing that puts a smile on his face is the tears of others.
Never in her life did she think she'd meet him here, he was a third-degree witch second only to a coven head, and she was still a second-degree witch.
However in witchcraft... Degrees only show the amount of mana they had in their body that they could use in their spells as they liked.
With third-degree having the most and first-degree having the least, thus Third-degree witches were the strongest witches apart from coven heads who were in a league of their own.
But Irene was different, she had other tricks up her sleeve, so she would not show fear in the face of
