Chapter 35

The house was overwhelmed with visitors; all who came to mourn with the Crofus family. I plop my buttocks at the top-tier of the staircase, also dressed in black as I stare at my dad who plasters a smiling face, welcoming all witches and warlocks who came from different region of the Thgirb realm. All I see is a man who just want to isolate himself and mourn his mother peacefully. But atlas, the coven’s ritual must be kept.