A group of about 50 people in black robes floated in the sky and watched them. Leading them was a woman with a faceless mask.
" Witch of a hundred faces." Naledi's voice came out cold and laced with a killing intent that shook the world itself.
The witch of a hundred faces giggled seductively and bowed dramatically.
" If it isn't the queen and king, it's my pleasure to see you again."
Ved growled, he didn't care for this woman, her existence was worthless to him, the one he wanted was her master.
" Where's your master little dog?" He asked with a booming voice.
The witch of a hundred faces didn't mind the insult, she turned her eyes towards the army and waved her hand.
Then she looked at Ved and Naledi, " While it is nice seeing you, you seem to be in position of what belongs to us, could I ask for it back?"
She seemed to be talking about the army but upon further look, they realised she was looking at the carriage.
