"Laugh all you want, but you're not walking out of here alive today!"
The dozen elites brought by the Elders were annihilated in the blink of an eye and turned into dead bodies on the street. As aggrieved and resentful as they might be, there was still a hopefulness in them, which seemed to result from the magic circle they were activating, but there also seemed to be something else.
"Oft Sċyld Sċefing sċeaþena þrēatum!"
Finally, the hexagram on the ground was completed and was now emanating a dark glow. The supreme elder chanted an ancient spell. "Come out, Shrieking Enchantress!"
"Woo…"
There was a strange cry that was not entirely male or female. It was halfway between wailing and sobbing and was passionate and chilly at the same time. The dark glow flickered around the hexagram, reminding one of a whirlpool. Immediately after that, two delicate and flawless ankles stuck out.
