All eyes were on Namara's figure who looked like a sheep struggling in the midst of a pack of wolves. She was like a weak creature being bullied by strong people.
The elders were still pouring down the lava rain which a few drops had already fallen on Namara's body. There was no mercy, from the very beginning they did want to torture her.
Namara looked at everyone with a cold gaze. Her lips began to mutter chanting spells. This time she didn't let anyone bother her.
While casting a spell, she leapt and moved to avoid the lava rain. Another drop of lava fell onto her back. Namara clenched her fist tightly. It was so strong that her fingernails cut her own palms.
Her entire body was gnawed by pain. However, she forced herself not to scream or else the magic could never be cast until it was finished.
