Before Robert could regain his footing, a flurry of blades hurtled towards him from all directions. The witches had leashed a barrage of steel, each blade flashing in the dim light of the lab. Robert's eyes darted back and forth, tracking the trajectory of the blades as he prepared to defend himself against the onslaught. The air was filled with the deadly whisper of steel, and Robert's instincts kicked in, propelling him to a dance of survival.
Abigail swiftly snatched a Vail of purple potion from one of her follow witches and hurled it at Robert with unerring accuracy. The Vail shattered upon impact, releasing a cloud of deep purple liquid that splattered across Robert's body. As the potion seeped into his skin, Robert's movements began to slow, his muscles stiffening as if rooted to th
