5 chapters today.
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Aureus studied the pine needle trees in front of them. The woods were quiet, with twigs, rocks and underbrush abound, but there was not a trail in sight, as if not a single person had stepped foot in this place for ages. Though there was nothing wrong with the trees and shrubs, the woods gave off a wrong vibe.
There was no movement or sound around them. No birds singing, no squirrels chattering, no insects churring. Not even the rustling of leaves.
Motionless, like a painting.
"What is this place?" Aureus asked.
"This is the Spirit Circle, a place where the White Witches who survived the war a century ago had retreated."
"A retirement home?"
"Is that a term humans use? You can say it's similar to that, but it is more appropriate to call this a sacred place meant to honor the war heroes who sacrificed their youth and lost their powers for the sake of the kingdom. Out of so many, only three witches have survived to this day."
