Ange could sense an odd presence, which certainly would be a rare occurrence. He himself was capable of using earth magic with the elements of wind, fire, water, and earth, the power of holy light and the aura of death, as well as Dragon God Transformation and druid magic.
He was acquainted with many formidable beings: High-Level Sword Saints, Arcane Truth Masters, Space Arcanists, even the favored of lightning, hence there were hardly any forces unfamiliar to him.
Yet, the power emanating from this twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, her hands bound, her eyes covered, her face portraying resignation, felt somewhat strange to Ange.
Moreover, the girl looked familiar as if he had met her somewhere.
"My Lord, we've captured a witch. If she activates her power and glares at someone, they would turn into a sugar beet. Hence, we covered her eyes. Please judge her." The refugee who brought her in said.
