Kayen patiently waited for two days before the High Priestess granted him the audience. Although he wasn’t exactly an outsider, he didn’t belong to the coven either, which complicated his way of speaking with the High Priestess and asking her for help. He knew he would owe her a favor which she would use in the future, but protecting his family and the home his adoptive parents gave him had higher priority.
Kayen entered the temple where the High Priestess resided for almost her entire life. The moment he entered, two witches guarding the entrance closed the heavy wooden door right behind him.
“The matter of yours must be quite important if you willingly waited for the audience.” Amariel stood on a small pedestal on the other side of the room, far away from Kayen. She spoke silently, but
