Erebus stood in the darkness of the hallway. The chaos had flooded inside to the Coven. The school was attacked.
Erebus did feel its coming. In a way. The destruction of this school. But he didn't understand it. He didn't know what it truly was until it was too late.
Erebus Hostinger. He had been the headmaster of this Coven for a hundred years. He saw many witches grow and mature. Some had names echoed throughout the continent. Some had their body lay waste in the barren land.
An image flashed in his mind again. It was the same vision he had seen for many days now. The White Ghost stood on top of the mountain of corpses.
The corpses beneath his feet were the rulers of Eldoria. The King and Queen. The Counts and Dukes. He spared no one. Not even woman and younglings. As long as their blood flowed the power of Chaos, they were a target.
Erebus took a deep breath. He took out a wand from within his sleeve. It was a masterfully crafted wand with beautiful curves and patterns.
