"NO!" Angeline repeatedly screamed when she learned her husband had died. She was hysterically crying. "No, it isn't true!" She vehemently shook her head in rage.
Fafarla stepped closer to her to calm her daughter's mood, but she stopped when Angeline stepped back with her palms clenched in anger.
"What you are saying is not true," Angeline's eyes filled with tears. "My husband is not dead. Jacob is alive. I can feel him alive! I'm going to kill all the witches if Jacob's dead! I will burn them all!"
Her mother was halted, seeing the flames engulfing Angeline's entire body.
"Jacob! Answer me!" She exclaimed, making his companions stand up in awe of the fire engulfed him. "Ah...! You got it wrong, mother!"
"Calm down, Angeline," a queenly voice spoke. "Listen to me."
"I don't want to hear about it! I'm going to save my husband!"
