âARIâ
Caught off guard, the followerâs neck bore the brunt of my bite, blood spraying out.
The others abandoned their pursuit of the mixed-blood witch, turning their attention solely to me, their aggression palpable.
Were it not for Ivyâs swift intervention, deftly maneuvering through the crowd, my fate might have been sealed countless times over.
But even the resilient have their limits.
As the onslaught continued, I felt my strength wane, the relentless assault taking its toll.
Dodging another onslaught of sharp witch powers and clawing at the closest follower, I suddenly realized Shirley, amidst the chaos, had vanished.
Where had she disappeared to?
An ominous sense of foreboding crept over me like a shadow.
Ivyâs cry rang out.
âThis is bad!â
Sure enough, when I turned my gaze, Shirley hurtled towards the mixed-blood witch, her eyes gleaming with malice-her target clear.
With a haughty glance in my direction, Shirley taunted, âDebra, letâs see how well you can protect her now!â
My heart pounded in my chest, panic clawing at the edges of my mind.
âNolâ
But my plea fell on deaf ears.
The distance between me and the mixed-blood witch was vast, and Shirleyâs followers obstructed any chance of swift intervention.
Short of single-handedly incapacitating them all and taking flight-an absurd notion-Shirleyâs strike would undoubtedly prove fatal.
Just as Shirleyâs hand rose, poised to unleash her power on the mixed-blood witch, a surge of energy surged through me.
In a reflexive act, I mimicked Shirleyâs gesture, raising my hand without a second thought.
A radiant beam of pure white Light burst forth from my palm, slicing through the cluster of followers and hurling Shirley away from the mixed-blood witch with a forceful impact.
âAh!â Caught off guard, Shirley careened backward, narrowly avoiding collision with the wall.
As she scrambled to her feet, a mix of shock and disbelief etched across her features.
âYouâre just a mere mixed-blood witch! How do you wield such immense power? Itâs impossible!â
Her entourage, equally stunned by the sudden turn of events, scrambled to their feet, their faces a mask of fear and confusion as they retreated backward, not daring to approach any further.
I was astounded too, my disbelief matching Shirleyâs.
Ivy echoed my amazement.
âIs this the power of a supreme witch?â
The same suspicion gnawed at my core.
How could someone as formidable as Shirley, the daughter of a revered clan leader, succumb so effortlessly to my power?
Yet, I refrained from voicing such speculation aloud, opting for a composed response.
âA mixed-blood witch possesses the same power as any pureblood witch.
Whatâs wrong with being a little stronger?â