West sprinted with all his might, eager to return home as swiftly as possible. We entered Haloway and made a beeline for the capital of Ebonhill, where I was greeted by a group of witches adorned in low-cut, flowing silver gowns, their skin marked with intricate rune tattoos.
"You must be one of the Princes?" Inquired the tallest blonde witch.
"Christian," I replied, "Thank you for taking the time to meet with me. I have an appointment with your Supreme, Aria."
"Yes, we are aware," the brunette witch responded, "This way, please."
I followed the women into the large manor, and down into the basement. My instincts were telling me this wasn't a good idea, but then I remembered we were allies with these witches. One of the women pushed open the heavy oak door carved with runes.
Inside, t
