The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 397

Inside the city of the Wood Elf Clan, High Elder Leeora was carefully wrapping a bundle of herbs, about to set out for the Netherfields. She was clad in a rare dignified brown robe, her white hair braided with tendrils and leaves, holding onto a long wooden staff with the symbol of 'Wood' in ancient elvish language written on the head.

Since the moment she woke up—no, in fact, since the moment she realized danger was about to befall someone she cherished, the elf had been worried about the arrival of this day.

Her vision, that ominous vision, she knew it would unfold on the day of mourning. She feared to see what was going to happen.

A vision of death, coming from a person of her level, never went wrong.

Who were they going to lose this time?

Was it truly Draven, the King of Agartha? Ember, was she going to—

Just like the High Elder of the Wood Elves, the Head of the Witches Cornelia Grimm was in a similar conflicted situation. She could not sleep for the past few nights, fearing what was to come.

Exhaustion could be seen on her face. Since the night she had that vision, every moment was dedicated to looking into divining the future, attempting to get more clues to prevent the disaster from striking.

She wore a long white dress which showed the identity of White Witches, her long red hair brushed back with the frontal part of her hair pinned at the back of her head with the simple but elegant white jade hairpin.

Her apprentices, Silvia and Talia, stepped away to admire their master's appearance.

Seeing her immersed in her thoughts, Silvia could not help but ask, "Are you worried due to that vision, my lady?"

Though she was standing in front of the mirror, Cornelia was not taking note of her appearance. She was lost in her thoughts, her eyes simply staring blankly ahead without seeing anything.

She closed her eyes after hearing Silvia speak.

"I hope today will come to pass without any strange occurrence, but given what I saw, I believe this is an impossible wish. Be prepared to respond for even the tiniest abnormalities. Report anything you notice to me."

"We will do our best. We have alerted the other sisters to keep watch," Silvia replied.

"The Seniors from the Spirit Circle are aware as well," Talia said, "Please be at ease, my lady."

Cornelia simply nodded. The two apprentice witches were also wearing elegant white dresses. In fact, the entire Honeyharbor Coven were going to be in white attire. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

Inside the Spirit Circle.

"Maria, have you seen where that ill-tempered sister of yours is?" Glinda asked. "I knew there was a problem when she didn't join us for breakfast."

The two old women were ready to leave for the Netherfields, but Thala was nowhere to be found.