Chapter 137: Ancient witch
"I am an ancient witch, the last of our kind that remains pure," she replied, dispelling some doubts in his mind. So that was how she knew about him? Ancient witches possessed the ability to see beyond what normal individuals perceived, the future. They could effortlessly sense the supernatural without exerting much effort.
The ancient witches held unmatched magical power, thriving and achieving success in their endeavors. However, discord arose among them when some rebels protested against restrictions on using their magic to resurrect the dead. It seemed absurd to some of them that they possessed immense power but had to be selfless with it. The rebellion led to a split, creating separate worlds for white and dark witches.
How had she managed to survive so long without the presence of other ancient witches?
Now, he grasped her perspective. Understanding ’how’ came through knowing ’what.’ He felt a sense of trust in her and desired more valuable information.
"Are you dying?" He asked, sensing the emotions she conveyed.
"Yes," she affirmed. No wonder her eyes carried so much emotion, she worried for the white witches.
"What about your descendants?" He inquired, hoping she had someone else to continue their lineage.
"I have no offspring," Louis could sense the sorrow in her voice. Somehow, he felt like she had lost her child or children, judging from her demeanor.
"What are your plans?" He asked.
"A great war between the witches is unavoidable, and with only my ancient power, I fear we would be overruled. There is a child mentioned in the prophecy to end the strife, but no one knows where she is. She is our only hope," she explained.
"Why not use your ability to look into the future to find the child?" He suggested. If she was capable enough to see beyond normal, finding the child shouldn’t be a problem.