Liza’s POV
Wait what?!
A spell.. What spell?? My stomach churns at the smell of herbs and the potions being dumped into a pot of some sort. If I were to throw up it would probably be water and heaves of air judging by the last time I had taken something to eat.
My body aches and burns with the silver infiltrating my system and my vision is hazy. My strength weakens and I try to put myself in a position where the chains do not fully cut through my skin.
The woman who’s already mixing and turning looks up to the sky with her hands raised, her black hair changes to a shade of white, a very full shade of white and her skin glows as she turns her head to meet mine. Her pupils are slit and white.
She scoops up whatever it is that she has just done into a bowl and begins to walk over to me.
