The smoke solidified into a shape…a figure cloaked in golden light. The image flickered and shifted, but its presence was undeniable.
A gasp rippled through the coven. Crystal’s eyes widened as she stared at the glowing figure, her mind racing.
“A person,” she murmured, her voice trembling with disbelief. “It’s a person... blocking us? But who is powerful enough to challenge my magic?”
She racked her brain, considering every possibility. She knew all the major players in the supernatural world, white witches, rival covens, artifact-wielding warriors, but none of them had the strength to neutralize her magic so completely.
“Who is it?” she demanded, her voice sharp. “Who dares stand against me?”
The witches exchanged uncertain looks, fear evident in their faces. Finally, one of the you
