Chapter 232 - The Implants of Sylara

Word of Jasmine's plans spread to Queen Sylara who was concealed in the chilly marble corridors of Valtheon and spread throughout the lands. A sly smile curved Sylara's lips when her messenger brought the most recent Arcanis report. She paced her chambers, laughed and clapped her hands gleefully, “Excellent! Perfect!” she cackled, her voice echoing off the stone walls, “So Jasmine wants to parade her witches, does she? She seeks to flaunt her power, foolish girl” she muttered, her excitement barely contained. For Sylara, Witch's Day was an opportunity, a breach in Jasmine's barriers, rather than a demonstration of solidarity. Valtheon's queen was not one to stand by and watch her rival's festivities without a fight. The witches' quarters creaked open as the huge doors opened, and Sylara stepped in, her presence instantly causing silence. Her witches stood up, standing in reverent quiet, watching their queen as every head turned. Sylara, dressed in garments that reflected her au