Chapter 133: Saving the captives
Outside the inn, deep into the white witches’ world, Enoch roamed about the street, asking around for a way to get to the dark witches’ world. Asking around for Aurora and Damien could put them at a risk, as they were in a completely foreign land.
Giving out unnecessary information never ended well, especially in a witch’s lair. They may be white but that was only in name, evil lurked in everyone’s mind.
It was easy to become a dark witch but a great deal to become a white witch. Those who were the white witches had always been pure, and never had to experience evil so they could turn dark easily.
A lot of people would avoid answering him when he brought up the word dark, in fear of being corrupted into one. He could understand their fear as they didn’t want to turn into those dark beasts.
In truth, anyone, including humans, could be evil, the only difference the witches had was that their magic made them stand out as evil. Wrinkles, ugly face, disgusting smell, and blackened heart. The dark witches had it all.
Humans didn’t have to look different to be evil, the fairest of them all could be evil, without notifying anyone. Likewise werewolves, vampires and other supernaturals. Maybe sirens were more like the witches but he didn’t have time to deliberate on that.
"Excuse me, how do I get to the dark witches’ world?" Stopping a passerby, he asked but the person eyed him and walked away. He sighed, getting frustrated. There had been no progress since he left the inn and he was beginning to lose it. How hard could it be to get information in this place?
At least the dark witches were always welcoming, evilly, unlike these white witches who flinched at every contact. Such pathetic lives they lived, just to be innocent.
Suddenly, he noticed a presence behind him and he frowned, annoyed that he was being followed when he had other things to do. Who could be following him and for what?
Guessing wouldn’t help, so he decided to lure the stalker to a corner, hoping to knock whoever it was, there.
Entering a dark alley, he turned his back to face whoever was following him but no one was there, of course.