The Demon witch closed her eyes, her arms opened wide as she chanted under her breath, standing before a table. As she continued, wind gushes into the room, swirling around her and grazed the map that laid on the table then suddenly turned into sand and the heavy wind, slowly turned into slow gentle breeze before dying out. The witch stopped chanting, opened her eyes and as she lowered her eyes down to the table, seeing the whole surface covered in sand.
She sighed heavily, lowered her hands and placing them on the edge of the table as she leaned in, “nothing…” She whispered, staring at the sand in a long period of silence. “Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!” She screamed, tightly grabbing the edge of the table then threw it, spilling the sand and map to the floor.
Stumbling back, she glared at
