Catalina's pupils quivered when she noticed the purple pendant swaying on the being's chest. The sight oscillated between the present and the past, recalling moments when she was isolated in a castle and was frightened by a spell summoning an actual ghost. An act done by her fellow students before they left.
A supposed harmless prank scared her for life.
Her heart pounded furiously against her ribs, urging her to flee, but the looming shadow of the being blocked her escape.
"There's no escape, WITCH!"
***
With arms crossed, Cristian observed as Lavinia was attended to by a cleric who administered a potion before performing healing magic on her injured hand. His gaze shifted to the radiant moon, an ominous feeling looming within him.
"Are you finished?" The cleric shivered at the unfriendly tone in the deep voice. Raising her head, she met the gaze of a tall man with a striking countenance that left her flustered.
