CHAPTER 120
The witch queen waved her hand. Wisps of white smoke came out from her fingers. She whispered something of a spell, and the item floated in mid-air, out of the box. She raised it up against the light of the chandelier above, examining the content. The liquid shimmered. Everyone raised their heads and brows furrowed in observation.
Queen Aradria sat her jaw tightly as she bit her lips and her nostrils flared. She inhaled through her mouth gradually. She returned the syringe too quickly. When it finally rested back on its cushion safely, she waved her hand out and turned around in a snap, walking away from the circle. Her fists clenching and unclenching. Black fog started to whirl around her.