Sorceress 52 Underword

The city has been built among the trunk and branches of the mystical underworld tree that stands tall at a thousand meters and with the width of five hundred meters.

The light produced by a magical crystal composed of quartz is two hundred meters that have a circle flickering in its intensity, reproducing at a slower pace than sunlight.

Taking forty-eight hours to make a full cycle.

A deep poisonous lake at its foot surrounds it, making it an impregnable fortress.

On the top branch where the royal castle stands tall, at the window a woman speaks.

"Has he been summoned?"

Her tone is neither warm nor cold.

A dark elven guard answers.

"The king has sent a letter out, but the spies were not able to follow the messenger, he escaped."

The woman did not even glance back and said.

"Likely he has called upon him."

Staying quiet for a moment she then continued.

"Any news on the child of the nymph?"

The guard took to his knee and knelt.

"We are unable to find its current location; The nymph seems to have disappeared."

She barked at him.

"It has been fifteen years that the prophecy has come to light. How can you lot not find a single child?!"

"Find it before him, otherwise."

She let her words trail in silent threats, the guard s.h.i.+vered and bowed, retreating wordlessly.

Looking at the city below, a shadow appeared and spoke in a low voice.

Find the child at any cost; the Lord wants it for the ritual to open the plane.

The woman's face went sinister as she bowed.

"Fear not, I will find the forbidden child of the Lord of darkness and the nymph. No matter where they hid it, it will soon be our own."

"You better succeed, you cannot fail as the Lord is growing impatient."

Saying nothing more, she clenched her fists tightly. Long sharp nails dug into her palms, while her eyes glowed red in fury.