Nightingale's years of fighting experience kicked into gear, and her body immediately responded before she could even think.
She leaned back instinctively, and the silver light grazed her cheek. Even in the Mist, she could feel the immense power of the light—extraordinarily scorching and intense. After dodging the sudden attack, Nightingale tucked into a roll and distanced herself from her opponent.
"What... what's happening, Lady Saint?" Rosad asked frantically.
"It seems like a rat has snuck in." The witch licked her lips. "Find somewhere to hide and protect yourself."
"You mean... there's a witch here?!" The priest's expression suddenly changed. "I'll summon the Judgement Warriors!"
"No need. I haven't hunted a witch for a long time. How could I let someone else have this priceless opportunity? Just stand by and watch me."
