Rama watched with eagerness in her eyes as the hectic fight took place. Shadows swirled and danced as they moved with the grace of darkness, their clothes floating behind them like dark foggy clouds.
But then, as the dark sorceress moved, she abruptly halted a few inches away from Draco. Her eyes, glinted with malevolent power, reflecting the stolen essence of the ancestral souls of the powerful sorcerers mixed with the countless souls she had devoured to fuel her insatiable hunger for dominance.
As she sought to wield the amassed might in her, a cacophony of forbidden magic surged within her, fueled by the imprisoned souls writhing within her being. The air crackled with an ominous energy, and the ground trembled beneath her feet. Shock sparked in her eyes as she gasped heavily while touching her face where webs of dark veins had slowly transversed over her pale skin.
