Ambrose's Blood

"N-No, please!” The startled young witch screamed and poured her aura in with all her strength as her life flashed before her.

‘FWISSSH…’

The witch toppled back on her ass, waiting to die but as the creature collided with the magic circle it emitted a bright, blinding light.

The monster's movements slow, and it gradually, in a fraction of a second, evaporated in the air. It became quiet and all the witches huffed in disbelief, as if under a spell.

“Good work.” Laylin turned to the witches with a smile. “This is how any witch, weak or strong, can make the teleportation magic circle.” She clapped her hands, “Well, nobody’s dead, so let’s go under the lake.”

It may sound twisted but she enjoyed their fear especially Valerie who was pale.

She felt gleefully satisfied. Now, sure, no one will question her about the potency of her magic circle. She felt bad for Eloise but it couldn’t be helped, she was the weakest witch and thus the perfect person to show them the spell worked.

Seizing