Diana's Malice

“W-What is happening?” asked the warlock from Diana’s right side. His eyes wandered around the dungeon.

Mirroring his action, the other ten warlocks gaped at the bizarre scene unfolding around them. They were the wielders of the power of nature, but even they were in awe of this unknown magic.

Witnessing the murky floor turned into a marble one; or how the bloody and pungent walls became comparable to the hall of glory and festivities within their tower walls; or how gold littered the ceiling with hanging chandeliers everywhere.

Gone was the rancid dungeon feared by many witches and warlocks, replaced with a beautiful room that was comparable to a Superior’s chamber!

One warlock pinched himself and asked in a daze. “Are you sure we did not trigger a teleportation?”

Upon the mention of their spell, the eleven warlocks finally snapped their attention to the woman who uttered an unknown enchantment at the same moment as them.

‘Shit!’ Diana cussed at the back of her mind.

Diana was hoping