CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

“It is seemingly rude of you to stand in someone else’s territory, now, don’t you?” Morgana murmured, the malice in her eyes so dark and deceitful, her creatures were clambering at her sides, their venom dripping from their mouths and body like a second skin. The ground underneath them singeing into blackness as the drops fell onto the green grass, immediately disintegrating them with its acid.

Auria looked at the creatures that stood near the enchantress. They looked different from the ones that they have been eliminating from the different regions. They were more organized and manageable than the ones that they have killed from before. But she knew that they could still take them on. She was much more concerned with the enchantress.