Chapter Seventy-five: The Protesters Petition.

EMILY'S POV

I gave the wolf chief a direct look. Waiting for his reply. Because it's still a surprise to me what the young boy is up to.

“Black magic.” He whispered, looking around at the same time to make sure no one else was around to hear it.

“You are not joking, are you? “ I asked, trying to comprehend what he was saying.

Indeed we had talked about the man in the body of Abel, his powers but I did not remember conclusively saying that the man could do that. But it was unbelievable that he could.

“How can black magic do something like this? It's too much even for sorcerers to pull off.” I explained my doubt hoping to get more clarification.

“Indeed, black magic does not have that power but there is a dark spell capable of performing such, and that spell is obtained from witches. Whoever can use it has to be a witch or someone who has sold his/her soul to the witch.

And such a person has to have a power source because this magic can drain the energy of a being greatly.” Th