The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 589

Chapter 589: Chapter 589 Ambush 5

The Priestess was not only their spiritual leader; she was also one of the smartest among them.

So, swallowing his pride and frustration, the Deputy Chieftain turned to her for guidance, ready to listen to whatever suggestion she had.

"We don’t have anyone we can rely on here aside from our new Queen and our own Chieftain..." the Priestess said, stating the obvious.

Judging by the way these attackers had planned their assault, she was beginning to realize that the undercurrents surrounding the throne succession were far more complicated than they had initially assumed.

There were clearly people working in the shadows to undermine Addison, and by sheer circumstance, the Tigrens had been dragged into the middle of that struggle. Now, they had become nothing more than another thorn in their enemies’ eyes.

The Priestess understood that trying to contact either Addison or their Chieftain would be extremely difficult, especially while they were trapped here and surrounded by enemies. That left them with only one option and that is to stall for time.

They needed to hold out and pray that either Addison, their Chieftain, or someone from the Alpha King’s forces would eventually realize something was wrong. They had been traveling toward the villa for some time now, yet they had still failed to arrive. Surely, someone would eventually notice their absence and come looking for them.

And although there were enemies lurking around their Queen’s side, the Priestess was certain that not everyone surrounding Addison was their enemy. In fact, she had a strong suspicion that the very reason their attackers had gone to such lengths to divert them away from the villa was because the villa was filled with the Alpha King’s people.

Those people would inevitably notice that the Tigrens had yet to arrive.

And once they did, they would surely send someone to investigate.

As long as they could survive until then, the situation might finally turn in their favor. The Alpha King’s people would discover what had happened and, upon realizing that the Tigrens had been ambushed, would undoubtedly send reinforcements.

"Let’s hold on until our Chieftain and Queen arrive to back us up," the Priestess added.

She tapped the tip of her staff against the ground, and a faint pulse of magic spread outward from her feet. She immediately began chanting, weaving a series of support spells meant to strengthen and aid the warriors fighting around her.

As a White Witch, however, her magic lacked the destructive power of a Magician. Her strength lay not in overwhelming an enemy with raw magical force, but in supporting others through rituals, blessings, curses, and various forms of spiritual magic.

Perhaps that was the fundamental difference between Witches and Magicians.

Magicians tended to specialize in offensive and versatile spells, capable of directly manipulating their magic to attack, defend, or adapt to different situations. Witches, whether White or Dark, relied far more heavily on rituals and chanting, their magic taking longer to invoke but often producing effects that went beyond simple destruction.

A Dark Witch might use those rituals to curse an enemy, weaken their body, or bring misfortune upon them.

A White Witch, on the other hand, could use the same principles to strengthen allies, heal wounds, protect the body, or bolster the spirit.

And right now, the Priestess was putting that distinction to use.

She might not have been able to turn the battlefield around with a devastating spell, but every blessing she cast could keep another warrior standing for just a little longer.

They didn’t need her to kill their enemies.

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