"How did you get your hands on this treasure?" She yelled out.
"It is something your kind has no existence to know,"He replied coldly as he threw the golden flame at her. The witch manoeuvred it but got burnt in her right hand.
The smell of burnt flesh filled the dungeon as wails of pain rang out.
"The sacred flame, I thought its existence was wiped out.what is this!" She screamed out as blue veins popped up in her forehead .
Wen Ting ignored her ranting as he sent a ball of golden flame at her. This time she took out a scroll, tore it and quickly disappeared. The flame hit where she last was, leaving a burnt floor and trailing dark smoke.
"I'll get back to you, this is not the end!" Her voice echoed everywhere and silence took over. Wen Ting glanced around, exhausted, he fell on his knees but supported himself with his sword.
"Brother!" A voice rang out.
