Whatever the ring of dust was made of was magic that took decades to improvise and create the final product before being used. Unfortunately, with her passing away no one else could use the stardust on any other place to safe proof it from letting the witches entering it.
Getting back to the switcher in front of him he looked at the minute details of how perfectly the impersonation was done of Penny. But the switcher wasn't a good actor and Damien knew Penny well enough to identify her actions.
Whoever the witch was, she had sent a switcher into the building of councils which meant now there was an imposter in there.
"Who is it?"
"I don't know," to his quick answer, Damien stared at the man with an utterly bored look, "I don't know who he has switched into."
"Guess you are only this much useful. Not a good enough information," Damien pointed the gun at her.
