NARRATOR

Frederick should have been euphoric, he was about to finish off the threat.

His hand trembled as he gripped the dagger raised in the air, that woman had started crying like an idiot and wasn’t reacting.

Everything could be perfect… however, he was more scared than he had ever been in his life.

Because the mask on his face was screaming in pure terror, because he felt this illusion spell had nothing to do with his witches’ summoning.

And worst of all, because of the shadow of a man standing behind that woman.

Only a pair of golden eyes could be glimpsed, shining in the middle of so much darkness.

They could even be fascinating, but to him they were an abomination, a beast waiting to rip his head off.

He understood that none of this came from his cursed mask, that the power of so many sorceresses was nothing compared to the real puppeteer.

His arm, which felt like it weighed tons, was lowering slowly, controlled by that man’s thoughts.

The female voices in his ears screeched li