The old witch Barlow panted as she took in long gasps as she lowered her cane and leaned on it, looking exhausted. She had given it her all into her previous attack.
She frowned as she noticed tiny cracks appear on her beloved white cane. She knew the man in black was stronger than average, so she had channelled almost all of her energy into that one attack since she didn't want to take any chances. This decisiveness was exactly how she'd managed to survive until now.
She frowned as she looked at her weapon. It would take a long time and many precious materials before she could restore the cane completely back to its old form.
The old dark witch stared into the darkness, and after not sensing his presence ahead anymore, she nodded in satisfaction and turned towards the barrier shell enclosing the two women.
