If Brianna or Bree's personality was cold and aloof earlier, then it was apt to say she was truly a stone-cold woman right now. Her skin tone was darker than her usual captivating brown coloured skin, her pupils still as though they were petrified. On the surface, her features looked quite smooth, as though she were a beautifully carved sculpture.
Bree stood there quietly, sensing the changes happening within her and around her at the same time. She closed her eyes and felt the raw power rushing through her veins as she felt connected to the earth below.
Just a punch from her earlier had exploded a hole within the warlock's body.
"H-how is this possible?" gasped Gleeson. As he looked at the witch who had transmogrified herself successfully, his features turned pale.
He spat out hatefully, "Do you really think that girl is safe? Lord Winston will claim her eventually. She has been marked after all. Nothing can save her. Nothing!"
