There was a dull thud as the body of the man collapsed down.
His blood stained the grass at an alarming speed.
Izekiel's eyes carried the wild coldness of a blizzard that can bring anyone down on their knees. There was a frightening dark aura that surrounded him and with each step he took, terror mounted inside Johanna.
Her legs were numb with fear and she couldn't move an inch as he came closer.
"Y-your majesty..."
She had only whispered when he paused and gazed at her silently, in his eyes there was something that caused a nameless dread to fill her heart.
There was something drastically different about him, and she couldn't understand what exactly it was.
"Explain,"
He demanded darkly.
However, no words could come inside of Johanna. The effects of spell still claimed her soul, and Izekiel had seen everything. How can she explain it? How can she proof that someone had bewitched her?
