"These are the witches from our tribe. Outsiders are forbidden. Only people with the blood of the Witch Tribe can enter. Otherwise, they will kill us without mercy," Quirien explained.
"But how did they get in?" Jacob asked doubtfully.
"Leah is the village chief. He has something that can open the entrance to the Witch Palace," she answered.
"I see. I see." Jacob and Irene suddenly understood a little about the legacy of the Witch Tribe.
He looked at the long palace stairs. "Have they entered?"
"They have quite a while ago. However, the God of Witch's restriction formation is inside, so they won't enter so easily. If they force their way in, there'll only be one result, death."
"Let's go in and take a look," Irene said.
The three of them walked up the steps slowly. These steps were carved out of some kind of white jade that reflected their images.
Half an hour later, they came to the front of the palace. The magnificent palace had an imposing effect on all of them.