*THIRD PERSON’s POV*
Gulping down the lump formed in her throat, Vexara strutted forward. She knelt beside Clarissa's body and felt the wrath of the knife. Blood oozed out of her gashed neck and soon she dropped to her side, dead.
Her body was dragged away and piled by Morgra's corpse.
"Cravenna."
The same fate replayed for Cravenna and her body was tolled to the first dead two witches.
"Ysielda."
"No!" She screamed in retaliation, taking a couple of steps backward in trepidation. "No, I don't want to die!"
"Ysielda?" Malvolia huffed, throwing her a warning look. A look of brimming anger. "Come forward this instant."
"I don't want to die!" Ysielda screamed again. "I am in love with a man who adores me. I promise to be by his side forever. Please don't do this, raven mother."
