Other creatures would look for guardian angels to sap their power in order to become stronger. This also holds true for witches, except for the pure blood ones.
Just like the Lycanthropes, the pure blood witches consider themselves already strong. And they were too haughty to use such method.
"Why is there an angel here?" Fabian frowned at Raine. His eyes moved to assess her in case he made a mistake inidentifying the creature in front of him.
A guardian angel would rarely walk away from its village and from the protection of the shadow warriors guarding it, knowing that they would either die from the attack of other creatures or die from the harsh law of nature.
Thus, seeing Raine here confused him.
Ignoring Fabian's question, Serefina spoke in a straightforward manner. "I came to see your grimoire, the family hereditary book."
