The severely injured witch leader and the dark witch practitioners around him all kneeled down upon seeing the dark figure rapidly approaching from the low sky on the left. They shouted in unison, "Greetings, Patriarch!"
What? Patriarch?
Isaac suddenly looked up straight ahead.
A dark shadow had settled on the treetop. As the black energy quickly receded, it revealed what was hidden inside.
It was a short figure, no taller than five foot two, wearing a tunic. Its face was unclear, but Isaac could see a pair of crimson eyes.
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