Chapter 515: Catching the Shagird

The warm glow of the setting sun illuminated her soft features, making her look rather like a marble figurine carved onto the tree branch than a breathing, living being. Luna sighed, making a slight motion with a long pale index finger. Her eyes glazed over the moon strand while it hissed and shook in protest. 

She couldn't stop thinking about the woman. Celeste appeared to be a far cry from the crone Elize had encountered during her lifetime. But the memory was quite fresh in her mind. The night she had decided to go on the rescue mission with what little courage she could gather in the body of an introverted eighteen-year-old. 

Celeste was the one who had managed to catch her by surprise at that time, the slick tendrils of dark magic she had cast on Elize had almost drained her of her life. Witches like her were rare to come across- those who had fused their being with the darkness lurking on earth and yet managed to survive.