He was at his Throne Room, sitting on his throne with a leg crossed. He was seemingly waiting for something, or someone.. His gaze was focused and determinated. He had just asked his Golden guard.. Hunter, to capture a witchling from the boiling Islands. After a few seconds.. He heard the door of the throne room opening, and he spoke.. "Oh.. Finally. Hunter, Witchling, salutations..." His voice was kind of dark as a smirk creeped behind his mask.