"You knew why I didn't want to ask you!" Morganna said, biting her lips in frustration.
Ewaan approached the illusion of witches and Morganna. "The curse of you witches—once the heart is crystalized, whoever possesses the heart is deemed the owner of that witch!" he said stoically.
"But even if someone possesses the heartstone against the witch's will, they can't fully make them submit." He continued, a content smile spreading across his face, "And once the request has been made, the witch who made it can't harm the person."
Morganna glared at Ewaan, her teeth clenched. "I thought you were the Hero chosen by the Gods... But you're no better than that Demon General."
Ewaan turned, swiping his hand, and immediately the illusion of the Forest of Yore vanished, replaced by a dark realm. The two stood alone in the shadowy expanse. "I can't risk letting you roam around freely," he said, tilting his head and glancing at Morganna. "You know too much about me."
