Meanwhile…
"Hell's Gate."
Abel licked the side of his fangs as the red mist thickened. Despite the fog inside the great hall, he could see very clearly. The corner of his lips stretched even broader, eyes glinting with murderous intent. Everyone around him showed fear. However, they had stopped taking a step back, ready to fight for their life.
That was the spirit. It would be a shame if they all died without putting up a fight.
"Your Majesty!" someone from the night council bellowed. "Are you truly planning to end us, the night council, who served you for years?!"
"What a dumb question." Abel laughed with his lips closed, looking around in satisfaction. "The coven was created for one reason, and you all failed to finish the job. Each year, the coven loses its effectiveness and you keep disappointing me."
