Lucas stood by the side of the window looking at the moon that had just turned completely red and bloodied, the darkness was still in the land for five days, there was still no sign of Magdalene. He had forced himself to believe that she was fine. Many people hadn't left their homes in fear, others were dying mysteriously. The council even set a meeting with the nobles, but nothing could be done about this situation.
"When will they strike?" He asked still looking out.
"Black witches are very cunning, you never know. They are done with the rituals already, I think they are awaiting a sign." Sheila replied.
"More people are dying by the day. The reports are getting too much, they only seem to be only growing more powerful, it's strange how they are able to draw so much power from the moon. Whoever is leading them in this revolution is someone that is very familiar with everything. I got reports that the western Lord was murdered yesterday, they took his head"