"Ten thousand what?" Ava frowned when she heard the woman's words.
"What is happening Eve?" the woman asked. "I thought you are already aware of this. Ten thousand souls of the witches. We need ten thousand souls of the witches to create a plane."
"I— " Ten thousand souls?
"It was the concept of exchange," the woman pointed at one of the walls. A circular pattern had been carved on it. Soon, Ava realized that there was a light coming from the rock on top of the circular pattern.
"The rule stated that we need an equal exchange to create a plane." The older woman said. For some reason, the name Magda came into Ava's head. The woman's name is Magda and she— is a dark witch.
Ava didn't have any idea what that is. She knew there is s blood witch but she haven't heard of a dark witch before.
"Why?" she asked.
The woman stared at her and lifted her eyebrow. "I knew you would act like a coward."
"Magda I just— "
