Penny looked at the trees that caught fire. Soon not only Mythweald but the other three lands would end up like this if she didn't move quickly. She huffed for air and placed her open palms on the ground. Closing her vibrant green eyes, she recollected the spell. Trying to still her hammering heart to normal she finally whispered the spell that had been given to her.
She wasn't sure how far the spell would work as they were only relying on each other for help and she had stumbled on to this.
Some of the council members who had come far away from the ruins of the church and black witches, they saw Penny sitting down on the ground with her hands down. A good thirty seconds passed by and they saw no change. The other black witches and witch hunters who were still alive were headed in their direction in thirst to kill them all.
