128 Chapter One Hundred And Twenty-eight : An idiot Called Ben

"No, I've got everything under control here... yeah, I would hand it over to the council tonight... of course, there won't be err any disturbance. I casted an invisibility spell on it, no body would be able to see it save me..... yeah, alright. See you guys tonight " Sabrina ended the call with a sigh.

Ever since the mask came under her protection, her fellow sister witches wouldn't let her rest - they were all concerned about the safety of the mask and she couldn't exactly blame them.

That venetian mask wasn't an ordinary mask but the soul of one of the most powerful necromancers was bind, sealed and tethered to it.

Though people claim there were some good necromancers but Sabrina knew that was a complete fallacy. Even if they claim to be good but just like the dark witches, Necromancers practice dark sorcery and whether they liked it or not would be consumed by that innate darkness sooner or later.