Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Yasmine hurried after Angelina, her footsteps echoing down the hall, leaving the rest of the council in a pregnant silence.

Each of the witches was lost in their own thoughts, the weight of what had just transpired pressing down on them. Angelina's unwavering defence of Jaegar had revealed a side of her they had never seen before—a side that was both powerful and dangerous.

After a long pause, it was Griselda, the rational and level-headed one, who finally spoke, her voice cutting through the thick atmosphere. "Are we just going to let them leave like that?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "We can't be certain about the boy. The flame... it possesses great danger in the hands of that boy."

The others snapped out of their daze, each of them nodding in agreement.

Matilda, the youngest of the council, looked uncertain; her brow furrowed with concern. "But we can't do anything about it, not when Mother is protecting him," she said quietly, voicing the collective fear that had settled in the room.

The witches glanced at one another, the enormity of the situation becoming all too real.

Angelina, the matriarch who had built the Spire into a fortress of power and knowledge, was not someone they could easily challenge—especially not when she had made it clear that she would defend Jaegar with her life.

But Oceana, still staring at the door where Angelina had just left, suddenly spoke up. Her voice was calm but carried an edge of cold determination. "No," she said, her eyes narrowing. "We aren't giving up the flame."

The other witches looked at her in surprise, unsure of what she meant.

Seraph, ever the cautious one, was the first to speak. "But how?" she asked, her voice filled with uncertainty. "If she is determined to protect Jaegar, there's little we can do without provoking her. She is not someone we can oppose lightly."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Oceana's gaze shifted from the door to the women around her. "We will observe the boy for now," she said, her tone decisive. "We can't afford to act rashly, not with the divine flame in his possession. But we also cannot sit idle and do nothing. When the opportunity presents itself, we will take action."

"Our ancestors may have built this spire to avoid this very situation. They were sure that this flame shouldn't end up in the hands of men. No matter what the prophecy says, we will get it back."

Griselda's expression darkened, her rational mind turning over the possibilities. "And what kind of opportunity are we waiting for, exactly?" She asked cautiously.

Oceana's eyes flickered with the same calculating gaze that had served her so well in leading the coven. "We wait for a moment of weakness," she said. "Jaegar may be strong, and the flame may make him formidable, but he is still a boy—a boy who has barely scratched the surface of his power. If we move carefully, we can take the flame before he becomes too dangerous."

"For now we wait."

The room fell silent once more, but this time the tension was different. It was no longer the uncertainty of the unknown, but the quiet understanding of a shared, unspoken goal. The witches nodded, though reluctantly, each of them recognizing the necessity of what Oceana was suggesting.

Matilda, though still unsure, spoke up hesitantly. "And if Angelina finds out?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "She'll stop at nothing to protect him, and if she feels betrayed by the council—"

Oceana cut her off, her voice cold and unwavering. "Angelina is blinded by her love for her grandson. She may have helped this Spire grow stronger, but the Spire does not belong to her alone. It belongs to all of us. And if Jaegar is truly destined for something beyond this world, we cannot allow that power to slip through our fingers. We will protect the Spire, even from her, if we must."

The weight of Oceana's words settled heavily over the room. The witches knew the gravity of what they were planning, but none of them voiced their dissent. They had all seen what the divine flame could do. They had all felt the danger that Jaegar's presence posed. And in the end, the survival of the Spire would always come first, no matter the cost.

Griselda sighed deeply, her rational mind struggling to balance the moral weight of their decision.

"Then we wait," she said, her voice low. "We wait, and we watch. But we must be careful, Oceana. One misstep, and this could tear the Spire apart from the inside."

Oceana nodded, her eyes still filled with that same cold determination. "We will move carefully. But make no mistake—this is the path we must take. The flame cannot remain in the hands of a boy, no matter who he is."

The witches fell into a contemplative silence once more, the enormity of their decision sinking in.

The divine flame, a power thought to be lost to the gods, had found its way into the mortal world.

And with it came the promise of unimaginable power—but also unimaginable danger.

Outside the council chamber, Yasmine finally caught up to Angelina and Jaegar as they made their way down the dimly lit hallways of the Spire. "Angelina!" Yasmine called, her voice echoing off the stone walls.

Angelina paused, turning to face her.

Jaegar glanced at Yasmine but remained silent, his thoughts still on what happened back in the council chamber. He didn't expect for the situation to escalate to this level. Thinking about all things that were happening one by one made his brain fry. All he wanted was a simple life; why were they trying to complicate it? He thought about the severity of the issue at hand. His master leaving the spire and her being his grandmother would change a lot of things. But first of all, he was worried about her. They did say not to worry; he can't help it. After all, it happened because of him.