A day later.
White Raven Island. Labh Salem.
The morning sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the vast open field on White Raven Island.
A gentle sea breeze moved through the trees at the edges of the ground, but the center was still and quiet.
Rows upon rows of witches and warlocks stood in a perfectly arranged formation. They wore dark robes and gear suited for battle, their expressions calm and focused.
Eren followed Ivor and Hettie down a small hill that led to the field. As they reached the top, Eren stopped in his tracks, taking in the sight before him.
The sheer number of people standing together in order was kinda intimidating because of its discipline. It reminded him of the military formations he'd seen from the kingdom of Edinburgh back in Anfang.
He turned to Ivor with a raised eyebrow.
"I didn't think the coven members would act like a kingdom's army," Eren said.
Ivor chuckled and folded his arms behind his back.
