Zen looked around the small, rustic home of the Grandwitch with quiet curiosity.
His interest, however, had less to do with the place itself and more to do with the fact that the so-called Grandwitch was nowhere to be seen.
And so he found himself studying the surroundings simply to keep his mind off the lingering comment about dark magic that the 'formless' voice had made.
As far as he knew, he had never come into contact in with any kind of magic, until he met Emira. And even then, she had used the ancient spell... So, how could this black magic be clinging to him?
Miss Dorothy Green, the great witch of their pack, on the other hand, appeared completely unfazed by the revelation.
Her calmness was almost unsettling. Zen noticed how she didn't even seem surprised or curious when the matter of dark magic had been brought up.
