The Day of Unity.

Everyone knew that Belos was plotting something, but this? This was pure evil.

All witches that had a sigil—most of the population—were about to be wiped out. The sigils, the things that Belos had said would save them, was going to be the death of all of them.

And it hurt.

Since Hunter was the Golden Guard, he’d been branded with a sigil when he was young—maybe about 12.

This was the first time you’d ever seen him crying. He described it in mumbles. It felt like there was a whole in his wrist, and the pain was slowly spreading through his body.

“It h-hurts..” He muttered between sobs.