Bab 119: The Child of Prophecy

Death Valley

Xavier faced the man in the white robe without an expression on his face. He could tell the warlock was strong, but the strength had an undertone of artificiality. The magical energy power swirling in him was not integrated as it was usually with witches who were born into the legacy.

If Xavier could hazard a guess, he would say that the man was not a natural witch. He was using external means to harness and manipulate magical power. Therefore, without the source of the magic, he would be powerless. 

"I have heard the name Xavier Remington for many years," The warlock said as he descended from his elevated pulpit. "I did not expect that we would meet in this way. This can also be considered fate."

Xavier continued to observe the coven. He could see that the witches of the coven were in awe of the warlock. There was a sense of respect and fear towards him. They also looked at him with love. 

The coven was a cult.