"He needs a—" Steve stopped in his words when a masked hooded female, walked right past the King to Theodore.
She examined his wound at a glance. Steve tried to get her face, but he could only spot the shape of her nose and purple lips from the side, covered by a purple mask. But her eyes were evidently purple. Curiously, as they all watched, she touched his wound, and a grayish smoke evaporated from the wound, baffling the others.
She breathed in deeply as if high in the clouds, raising her head at the breath, chanting unknown words like a conjuring witch.
They felt the room become more tensed and the air more dense, sensing a strange presence in the room. Steve's box began to vibrate on its own. Frightened, he rushed to grab it, standing by Walter who was more anxious than Steve could imagine.
