Above the green trees, a cluster of dark green clouds arrived, within it there were flashing electric arcs, showing the fury of nature.
Then the cloud shrank into a young Wood Elf. His neck and hands were covered with mysterious patterns, just like those shamans who were in charge of the sacrifice rites.
"Martha, repeat your words. You said you were framed by them? They said you had summoned the devil?" Ferragond asked Martha, and he had completely ignored the sorcerers.
As he was asking, the right hand on Martha's face and the creepy veins had all withered like fallen leaves in autumn to the ground and turned into mud.
Martha said in great grievance, "They see Dance of Revenge as a summoning rite! That's ridiculous!"
