Margarita… this was the name the witch world knew, not Eleanor Mills. Moreover, she was also called the bubble witch as if downplaying the devastation her turbulent space orbs could cause. Both she and her sister had tapped into manipulating space as prime witches of the Prince of Wrath. Right now, Margarita was still bound by loyalty. That's why she wanted to take the child back.
"Auntie..." Montana whispered, but he was not scared anymore. The hellhound felt like there was a shift inside Montana that seemed to be gathering something.
"Monty, come." Margarita stretched out her hand, but neither the child nor the hellhound moved. Moreover, she saw how Pollo's eyes blazed in hellfire as if preparing to attack using his blue flames. She recalled her hand. "Very well. I'll just pry him off of your corpse, hellhound."
