Chapter Three Hundred And Thirty-two: Welcome Back, Asher

"How many casualties?" Lia asked, her hand resting on her forehead. With great power came greater responsibilities and this was one of those times. 

Though it's been twelve years since the witch's apocalypse and both distinct witches got along fine, conflicts still arise now and then. Currently, it turned out a light and dark witch crushed on the same fellow and the dark witch cast a spell on him and the rest is history. The two covens rose against one another, both sides in support of their own.

"None dead..." came the answer from the other line, Lia was relieved. If one had died- whether a dark or light witch - it would be another issue altogether and might break into a civil war if such altercations escalate.

"What about humans?" Lia asked, that was her main concern.