"How are things around here?" Dante asked as he walked alongside Morgana, his hand intertwined with hers.
Alice, the Queen of Witches, led the way with firm and assured steps, leaving traces of magic in her wake—a subtle, invisible aura that every witch in proximity could immediately feel. The witches they passed bowed in respect, some murmuring quiet words of reverence.
"As always," Alice replied without glancing back, her voice soft yet brimming with authority.
"We issued an alert, monitoring the entire kingdom for any trace of negative energy, as you instructed after the last meeting." She paused briefly, and Dante noticed her eyes were slightly closed, as if she were sensing something beyond the physical realm.
"I've been meaning to ask this for a while," Dante began, his tone carrying an underlying weight. "But where is he?"