Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

His appearance was dishevelled, his clothes torn and dirtied from his journey through the labyrinth. There was a fire in his eyes, but not the same as before. This time, he had not fought the guards when they captured him.

He wanted answers. While he was coming out of the labyrinth, Jaegar thought about how to deal with the witch coven. He may have overdid it a little when they confronted him, but he didn't regret it. He couldn't let someone speak ill of his aunt. And after a quick thought, he shouldn't make things difficult for his master; he realized that part later.

Jaegar understood that the entire spire had turned against his master, though the reason remained unknown.

The matters of Witch spire, wouldn't leak outside as they were a strict community.

And still, the whereabouts of his aunt or his master were unknown. So, he couldn't act on his temper.

Jaegar had found his way out of the labyrinth after taking the flame, a feat not many could achieve. But no sooner had he escaped than he was seized by the Spire's guards.

He could have fought them—he had the power—but instead, he allowed himself to be taken.

The guards stood at either side of him, their faces set in stone. Jaegar's gaze drifted to Oceana, his lips tightening as he saw the new head of the coven sitting upon the Reverend Witch's seat.

Jaegar's gaze narrowed as he noticed the woman sitting on the middle seat. His gaze swept across the room; he recognised Yasmine and Evanore. He could tell that the woman sitting at the end of the hall was the head; seeing her at the head seat, something didn't feel right.

He thought, 'Did they elect a new head?' He can't wrap his mind around the thought, as it would be impossible for them to do that. No one would dared to overthrow her. The fact she wasn't present in the spire, made it even more believing the scene in front of him. Did she really give her position to someone?

Oceana's eyes fell upon him, her expression unreadable. Silence filled the hall as the council awaited her words, each member keenly aware of the gravity of the moment.

She looked at him for a long moment before speaking, "Jaegar Ambrose, are you aware of the turmoil in the spire?"

Jaegar looked up at her and said, "No."

Then she said, "Do you know why this spire or this coven was created?"

Everyone in the magical community knew of the dark times—the days of the witch hunt, where women blessed with magic were seen not as gifted but as cursed.

Men, driven by fear and envy, hunted them down. These women, born with powers beyond understanding, were branded as abominations, their very existence considered a threat to the natural order. Thinking they should be the only ones to wield such power. Thus, their answer was persecution.

There were unreasonable amounts of deaths of women at the hands of women, and ruthless killing continued.

Then came Aphrovana.

A powerful witch with unmatched strength and wisdom, Aphrovana was not one to cower in the shadows. She had witnessed the atrocities committed against her sisters and the injustice inflicted upon women who were born with a gift meant to be celebrated.

And she had seen enough.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

It was Aphrovana who raised her voice against the oppression, and declared that no longer would women with magic bow before the cruelty of men. Her rebellion was the spark that ignited the revolution.

Aphrovana gathered the broken and the lost, those who had been shunned, those who had survived the hunts. She became a beacon of hope, a symbol of resistance against the oppression. Her defiance was not just for survival but for justice.

She founded the Coven of Witches, a sanctuary and a community where women could stand tall and embrace their powers without fear. In this sacred circle, they were not just protected—they were empowered.

Under Aphrovana's guidance, the coven grew. What started as a handful of women fleeing persecution soon blossomed into a thriving community. Aphrovana took in the helpless and the vulnerable, teaching them how to harness their magic, how to defend themselves, and how to stand together. No longer would they be hunted. They would become the hunters.

Over the years, the coven's strength became undeniable. As their numbers grew, so did their power. They were no longer a group of scattered witches hiding in the forests and hills—they had become an organized force. Their magic, when united, rivaled the power of entire kingdoms. The men who once feared and despised them now cowered at the mere mention of their name.

Aphrovana's coven was not only a sanctuary; it was a revolution. Together, the witches became liberal, free from the chains of men's oppression, carving out a space where they ruled over their own destiny. They forged alliances with those who respected their power, and in time, even the kings and lords were forced to acknowledge their influence.

The Coven of Witches, born out of defiance, stood as a testament to the strength of women who had been pushed to the brink but refused to fall.

They took pride in being part of the coven.

Jaegar nodded, "More or less."

She scoffed, "No, you don't. Not even a bit. You men just think it's just a knitting group of women."

She stood up and walked towards Jaegar, "Even after all these years, men underestimate us; try to manipulate women to do your bidding. You think you are superior, don't you?"

She stood before him, and suddenly, Jaegar felt a heavy weight pushed on him, crushing him, trying to break his body.

AHHEEK!!!

Jaegar shrieked, standing his ground, With all his power, he tried to oppose the immense pressure trying to crush his very soul and body.

She was a woman who had attained the level of Archwitch, a level far superior to Jaegar's. He could see the aura emitted by her aura being focused on him alone. He was sure that she was trying to kill him.