If the north was the territory of elemental wizards, then in the south—and even in many smaller places—truly bizarre witchcraft ran rampant.
The name "witchcraft" had essentially spread from those strange things. Most elemental wizards preferred to call themselves mages.
In ancient times, the word "witch" carried an unfavorable meaning: eerie, powerful, and sternly inviolable.
Now, the word "witch" was more of a symbol. In essence, it had already been entirely replaced by magic.
The Voodoo Organization was an organization that truly inherited the title of evil. They excelled at attacking opponents with all manner of curses and poisons, and their witchcraft was exceptionally peculiar. It was all too easy to fall victim when one's guard was down.
The Voodoo Organization ranked second among the underground organizations and possessed tremendous strength. They were active year-round farther south, causing trouble in the southeast.
Even an eighth-level wizard would find it difficult to resist once they had been targeted. They were especially skilled in assassination and rarely made open moves.
Toby thought it over, his heart turning solemn.
Even the Alexander Family had never openly offended this organization. Under normal circumstances, they simply turned a blind eye. Even when they did offend them, they would strike ruthlessly, kill in an instant, then erase every trace afterward, leaving the other side unable to find even a single thread of evidence. Otherwise, they would face endless sneak attacks.
That was not something a single family could endure.
The Voodoo faction going after Dole was a good omen. Once this news reached the family, they could fish in troubled waters.
Toby thought it over and decided not to get involved. His strength was too low.
To deal with Dole, one needed to be at least eighth level. Anything below that was utterly useless; they could