Time passed and no one bothered Zeke. It was unknown whether those looking for him had found his location, but he liked to think otherwise.

He stayed by Jennifer’s side, splitting his time between silent meditation and checking up on her. Her condition was stable and the flow of Aether in her body was normal.

He could sense that she had gotten significantly stronger, and linking that with the odd occurrence that Bran had mentioned, he suspected that she rose up to become a 6-star Witch.

It was common knowledge that Witches were able to raise their so-called ‘stars’, but it would progressively become harder. The existence of only 3 6-star Witches was proof of how hard to ascend a Witch’s ‘rank’.

As he stayed inside the inn room, enjoying serenity to think about all that had happened, Zeke was, unavoidably, interrupted by a guest.

There was a light knock on the door, followed thereafter by a soft voice of a man,

“Mister Orland.”

As voltage appeared all around Zeke, crackling in the air,