Chapter 1005 - Confrontation of Fate
Chapter 1005 Confrontation of Fate
The Tower of Fate.
The Tower of Fate sitting high atop Dragonblight had already been shrouded in mist for an entire day and night.
Ever since night fell, the top of the ever quiet and inconspicuous Tower of Fate had suddenly lit up like a large burning torch. Blinding and dizzying radiance came from atop the tower, piercing the mists and clouds as it shot through the sky.
Many Fate Witches were gathered in the astrology hall inside the tower, desperately guiding the powers of the stars to point the way home for a certain lost child far away in the remote corners of the universe.
The mists of Fate enveloping the tower were not the work of the Fate Witches. When the Fate marker pierced the skies and projected somewhere into the distant void, the mists rumbled and gathered together as if intending to cut off the pillar of light.
The mist clashed with the pillar of light, causing the skies above Dragonblight to shift and turn colors, making for a strange and unpredictable sight.
Two incredibly powerful forces of Fate power clashed, tangled, and neutralized each other. The clouds of Fate shards and chaotic Fate vortices created by this conflict brought about a calamity of extinction to the native creatures of Dragonblight.
That teleportation was definitely out of the ordinary!
It was just an interplanar teleportation, yet it had almost killed her.
Italil knew that there was more behind the whole thing, but she didn’t quite feel like she could ask about the truth in front of Alice and Greem. The only thing she could do was greet the two and express her gratitude.
As a Third Grade Deceit Witch, Italil had a personal witch tower that belonged to her in the Northern Lands. She was no ordinary figure, be it in terms of personal might or the clan she belonged to. That was why Rena had asked for her protection and escort in the first place.
“The reason I managed to come back alive from Henvic is all due to Lord Greem’s efforts. I owe you a favor now. Once I have reported on the situation to the clan, I will make a special trip to your tower to pay a visit!” After sincerely thanking Greem, Italil pulled the other First Grade witch along with her and stepped into the teleportation array to return to her tower.
Both Alice and Snowlotus’ mouths were in the shape of a perfect circle when they saw how respectful the Third Grade witch was to Greem, who was Third Grade as well.
It was important to note that most Northern Northern Witches were believers in the matriarchal structure. They had never paid any respects to male adepts whose powers they deemed inferior to their own. Italil was an owner of a witch tower, after all. Her status among the Deceit Witches was only inferior to the two Fourth Grade witches. She typically never showed any respect to other male adepts, yet she referred to Greem as ‘Lord.’
Alice and Snowlotus couldn’t help but speculate about what had happened in the distant plane of Henvic. What was it that had made Italil so humble before Greem? Her attitude was so respectful; it was almost as if she was treating Greem as a Fourth Grade adept!
Alice couldn’t help but glance at Greem in confusion. Though his aura was mysterious and profound, so much so that even she couldn’t see the true extent of his power, his soul was definitely at the level of a Third Grade.
Greem seemed to have noted the confusion of the two women. He smiled casually and said, “There’s no need to wonder. I can find some time to tell you the whole story if you want to know!”
Alice could only nod her head. It was then that her gaze landed on the old poison witch, who had stayed behind.
Third Grade. It was a Third Grade witch!
Still, wasn’t her aura way too strange?!
Alice kept having a feeling that this monstrous, seemingly inhuman being had a faint trace of soul connection with Greem. A contract…yes, this was the smell of a soul contract!
“She…is a Third Grade witch you forcefully enslaved?” Alice couldn’t help but ask in shock and horror.
Greem wasn’t a soul adept or a psionic. He shouldn’t have the ability to capture someone as his slave, should he? Moreover, the witch was a Third Grade too. What kind of soul contract could have such tremendous binding power?
“Not me. Him!” Greem shrugged and lifted his hand to summoned Spirit of Pestilence Remi.
Alice looked at the other strange Third Grade figure that appeared out of thin air. Her small face couldn’t help but start twitching in disbelief.