***Author's Note: I know the story is moving fast now, but I feel bad for almost dragging this out and I've waited soooo long to write the end, I'm just ready. Sorry in advance for the heartbreak to be read in these next chapters. Don't hate me***
~Narrator~
Ezelreth had been patient, but his patience was running thin, it took two weeks for the army to come. Yeah, it was early, but not soon enough for him. The witches were taking the longest. His entire plan hitched on them. He hated the idea of needing someone to do anything. He would use his power and blood to amplify the ingredients, the siren scale and the fae blood.
He'd come too far. Worked too hard. Planned too meticulously. For all of his plans to go down the toilet.
Over his dead body, or rather Violet's.
Ezelreth had been prepping with Theoron when he was summoned by the witches to bring them back. Being as he was the only being among them that could open a weygate.
