Chapitre 403: Hurt

When Thala reached outside, she saw two youths staring at her—a young elf and an even younger shapeshifter.

Erlos and Aureus were shocked to see the high-ranking witch, but before they could say a word, the witch disappeared from the mouth of the cave without even trying to stop these two, as if she didn't care what happened next. 

The elf had no strong reaction to Thala—he was merely curious as to why that person was in this mountain instead of the Netherfields, but the eagle beside him knew more about the secret currents behind the day of mourning.

Seeing the witch in this place, of all places, Aureus could not help but get a bad feeling.

"I think we should check the cave," Aureus said. "It's the most suspicious."

Erlos nodded, and after glancing suspiciously around them, whispered, "That old woman who left, have you met her before? She's Thala Grimsbane, one of the oldest witches in Agartha. She's a recluse—"