Bab 234: A father's harsh words

Ethan stood within the void, his brow furrowed in confusion as he gazed at his father, Solomon.

Shadows danced along the cold empty voids, casting eerie patterns of darkness. The room was adorned with ancient tapestries depicting arcane symbols, their faded colors barely visible in the dim light.

"W..ait? I.. don't understand, are you telling me to sacrifice my wives?" Ethan asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty, his face a canvas of bewilderment, "Sacrifice, how?"

Solomon, an imposing figure in his dark robes, leaned against a gnarled wooden staff, his expression betraying no emotion. His tone remained unnervingly nonchalant. "Why exactly what I said, Ethan," he replied, the words hanging in the heavy air,

"To use the power of the primordial demons to their fullest extent, you need to give them something close to you in return, and I believe that your witches are of a higher bond than any other."