69. BLOOD AND TRUTH

Fire. The whole castle was burning into ashes. The flags of Dark Spades were on fire getting in contact with the wave of fire. The flowers of the garden that Amairah prepared with so much heart were now turning into black sand as everything was eventually reaching its end.

Zackarya got down from the horse as his face was devoid of any emotion but his heart was contended. Everything was going to be his plan and his people were safe too.

"Haven't anyone told you that it's f**king ill-mannered to just f**k in someone's house without permission." His deep baritone voice echoed in the hall where his lifelong enemies were present. He didn't own any throne as he used them whenever there was a grand ceremony. So the king was just standing up on the stage looking at him but he was amazed looking at the three witches.

They all shook his head at the General waiting for them with the soldiers at the upper aisle. He was looking all prepared.

The two of them were the wizards with colourful hairs