Xavier slammed his hands on the hard word of the table making it a rattle and lifting a few papers, how to switch, some even flew to the ground.
"nothing? He questioned the warlock. "With my resources, yours and the vampire kingdoms there is nothing that you found?"
"No, Lycan king," Alexandeir shook his head. "It might be hard to believe but I think he has a lot of witches working with him. The cloak is almost impossible to crack."
"Ah, yes," Xavier nodded, "someone who proclaims to be the best out of the people who use magic finds it difficult to crack some kind of cloak placed by newborn witches." He scoffed, "yes, Alexandeir, I understand where you're coming from."
Every time they thought they turned over a stone, they found nothing but plane ground under it. Nothing out of the ordinary, just dirt.
