Twenty minutes later, in the area outside the Ztatzav Orphanage
A man with silver hair lowered both hands. He walked to the left as he looked at the surroundings. It was very quiet, as none of the orphanage caretakers had woken up yet. They were still in their rooms and must have been sound asleep. Occasionally, Brazam looked up at the sky, and there was a magick signal indicating that the seven other witches had finished performing the ritual they had been doing.
Such a sight made the man smile. He continued walking to his destination with a happy feeling. "The ritual is finally over, but that is not all. I have to see the Chosen One, even if only for a moment," he said softly.
A gentle breeze brushed against the High Priest's body, but he ignored it all. A few moments later, h
