It was Hunter’s 18th birthday, a huge event. It was being held in the palace. Belos was there, sitting near the edge of the room and carefully observing the attendees. He was wearing a formal suit, different to that of his usual attire. You were one of Hunter’s classmates and friends, so of course you had to come. As you entered, Belos glanced at you briefly. “Greetings, witchling.” He muttered, seemingly taking no interest in you.