But Enzo seemed to guess what I was about to do and averted his gaze.
âTsk.
â He sneered scornfully.
âYou think Iâd fall for such a trick? You should know, Iâve dealt with witches before.
â
Before he could finish, a red flash appeared in Enzoâs eyes.
That must be humiliating.
This guy likely hadnât met a supreme witch before, thinking that avoiding eye contact could keep him safe.
Little did he know, that was a way among ordinary witches.
A formidable witch, undeterred by potential energy loss or health risks, like a supreme witch, could manage mind control without eye contact.
That was why, in my fight with Gale, she could easily make a pack of werewolves attack me.
However, this method, even without needing eye contact, drained a lot of energy and wasnât good for fights unless the witch had loads of power.
Gale was an exception because she had absorbed the power of other witches and was thus not concerned about energy depletion.
Luckily for me, there was no combat involved today.
As Enzo looked away, a light emanated from my palm, enveloping his head.
The mind control took effect immediately.
Noticing the red glint in his eyes, I grinned with satisfaction and repeated a similar question.
âEnzo, how many vampires like you have entered our world?â
Enzo answered candidly, âItâs not just me; there are several of us, though I canât say exactly how many.
I havenât kept count.
â
My heart raced.
Hiding my surprise, I continued, âThen where have they scattered to? Why havenât they come to rescue you?â
Under the influence of mind control, Enzo answered, âTheyâve spread out to different packs to feed.
We vampires tend to hunt alone and prefer not to share our prey.
Moreover, the gateway between our worlds is widening, and itâs only a matter of time before more vampires find this passage.
â
With a grim look, he added, âWhen that happens, no werewolf or witch will be safe in your world!â
Debraâs POV:
Hearing Enzoâs response, Caleb and I looked at each other.
Silently, we recognized the seriousness and discomfort in our expressions.
If Enzoâs claims were accurate, then trouble was indeed brewing.
I had suspected earlier that when the rift widened sufficiently, it would manifest the dreadful scenario I had envisioned in my dreams.
Werewolves were perishing in large numbers, their bodies scattered everywhere; it seemed the world had plunged into chaos.
We had to devise a solution.
The challenge, however, was our limited knowledge about this alternate world; the only clear fact was their unwillingness to seek peace with us.
Considering Enzoâs haughty demeanor, the nobles would likely be even less approachable.
Could prey ever live in harmony with its predators?