Chapter 377
Chapter 377 Congratulatory Gifts
It was a beautiful woman draped in a purple celestial robe.
Her silky silver hair fell upon her shoulders. Her face was gentle and tranquil, but her two bright blue eyes whose, corners inclined upwards, gave her a sense of mystery and charm.
“Alice, why is it you? What about Snowlotus?”
Rena faltered. Her voice trembled as she asked.
Even though Alice had transformed from her eight-year-old appearance, her familiar mental flux was the best proof of her identity for these witches.
The other Witches of Deceit all betrayed expressions of dejectedness.
They all knew very well.
They were a strange existence that had leaped out of the system of world laws through their control over fate. They could swim in the river of destiny and use their powers to see the path that fate would take. Divination and predicting fortune and misfortune were child’s play for the Witches of Fate. Their greatest strength was their ability to change fate!
Change other people’s fate!
They didn’t need to craft and carve out a new fate for someone else. All they had to do was lightly push you from your nodes of fate, and you would fall from a safe, paved, and known path to a dangerous trail filled with thorns.
Everyone who offended the Witches of Fate would forever be cursed to a fate of misfortune, misfortune, and even more misfortune!
From then onwards, luck would never be in their grasp.
Because every time fortune approached them, they would find themselves subtly shifted onto a divergent path without even knowing what had changed.
The Witches of Fate’s strength might be weak, but they could shift the river of fate’s trajectory without your knowledge.
Thus, the powers of Fate represented by Alice immediately sensed the hostility Rena gave off. An oppressive aura of fate directly caused shivers to run down the spines of every witch present.
No wonder no one dared to invade the Tower of Fate, even a thousand years after the extinction of their legacy. There was such a profound force hidden within the Tower.
The witches silently nodded as if they had understood something.
Alice abruptly smiled when she looked at the angry and sorrowful Rena.
“Do you still want to see your beloved Snowlotus?” Alice casually tossed an image-recording crystal towards Rena, “Why don’t you take a look at this first!”
Rena’s body trembled when she heard Alice’s words. She immediately caught the crystal and used her Spirit to examine the contents.
A short moment later, she lifted her head in joy and surprise and asked, “Are… are the contents of this crystal real?”
“You can stay back later and verify it for yourself.” A complex expression appeared on Alice’s face.
She then turned towards the other witches and calmly spoke, “The Tower of Fate has only just activated. Too many things inside require my immediate attention and cleaning up, so I won’t be inviting you inside for a tour. The gifts presented by the various representatives can be slowly handed over to us, but the promised apprentices have to be sent over as soon as possible. I thank you for your efforts!”
The witches could hear Alice’s intention to send them away. They looked at each other and turned to leave.
The Witches of Deceit debated for a moment and decided to leave Rena behind when they departed.
Soon, only Alice, Rena, Greem, and a Death Witch remained.
Rena’s confused gaze fell upon the Death Witch that had stayed behind.
“I am Hela, Sofia’s aunt. I know that asking about the Battle of Fate is an offense to the new Witch of Fate. But…but I still wish to know what happened to Sofia. If she is truly dead, then I can forget about it.” The Second Grade Death Witch’s face hid underneath her hood. She looked at Alice as she slowly explained her intentions.
As expected, Sofia was related to the Death Witches!
Alice exchanged looks with Greem before silently nodding.
“Since the two of you wish to know about your relatives, follow me! Sir Greem, please follow me as well!” Alice smiled at everyone present and turned to walk into the Tower of Fate.
The three adepts followed her into the Tower.
Rena was anxious and impatient. She marched right in front of everyone but Alice.
The Death Witch was leaning on a magic staff with a strange design. The staff clonked against the floor as she walked into the Tower.
Greem was the weakest of them all. He could only rub his nose in helplessness and walk behind them.
A sense of antiquity was the first thing that greeted the three guests when they entered the Tower.
Thick dust covered the floor, the pillars, the bookshelves, and the walls. Collapsed shelves and boxes littered every place they walked. Heavy crops of magical vines grew all over the place haphazardly. They had forcefully turned the arcane hall of the ground floor into a sinister and frightening garden.
And here, the marks of the Battle of Fate could still be seen!