“You think that bauble can stop me?” the witch leader sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. Her black eyes gleamed with malevolence as her cloak billowed from the surge of dark magic around her.
The artifact in my hand hummed with raw energy. Sparks danced along its crystalline surface, illuminating the twisted faces of the witches circling us. My pulse raced, but I gripped the artifact tighter, refusing to show fear.
“You’re going to wish you never crossed me,” I spat, stepping forward.
Draven growled beside me, his muscles taut and ready to pounce. His wolf form shimmered just beneath his skin, restrained by sheer will. "Liana now’s the time," he urged through gritted teeth.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
Raising the artifact high, I channeled every ounce of energy I had. A bl
