"Lavina! Why are you talking to that miserable creature? Order the witches to finish them all at once!" Carlia goaded her.
Lavina's eyes twitched between the witches and the bellowing orcs. Their cries, pleading for their lives, filled the damp air.
"What are you waiting for?" The irked witch asked her again in an annoyed tone.
She reluctantly nodded at Carlia. She signaled the other witches to hush down with their loud cheers. When the noise coming from the witches had finally subsided, she cleared her throat before she attended to the witches' attention.
"Tonight was a remarkable night for all of us—as tonight, we will finally fulfill a centuries-old prophecy. For a long period of time, we will finally re-claim Nirad as our land and have our victory tonight!" She roared in a vindictive tone, her right arm raised to the sky as a symbol of war.
The witches erupted into a deafening ovation.
They all cheered. "Huzzah! Huzzah!"
