A Witch in her lavender dress rode atop a broomstick at the night sky, her figure outlined by the Moon's backdrop.
She stared at the Southern District of the Residential Quarters. Despite the buzzing markets, dark corners were hidden in the streets, perfect for shady dealings.
She closed her eyes to focus, her
With a howl echoing, she opened them to scan through the buildings before settling onto a lightless pavement.
Three fallen Cultists with one executive shivering at the wall. Along with another familiar white-hooded Witch.
Bingo. Patting her
Landing on the stone pavement, she observed the unfeeling expression on 'Wrath'.
Even as the white-hooded Witch winced at her arrival, her indifferent eyes remained locked on the trembling cultist, who huddled against the wall.
Mel's lips curled at 'Wrath'. "Waiting for me?"
