A Witch's Rage (7)

Ed spun around as the darkness fell and stared at the skill caster in the distance, before looking away. For a moment, Elder Se who walked into his pagodas easily almost thought Ed could see in the dark.

“Spirit Well!” Elder Se bellowed as he surrounded Ed with a mud wall that rose almost to the ceiling of the pagoda, blocking his vision even more.

Ed felt water fill the enclosed space quickly, threatening to rush to his lungs. For a second, human instinct almost caused him to panic as he thought of the issue of air and almost started to struggle. The water covered him completely and filled the well and Elder Se hovered over the well he had created and sealed it completely.

“Red coal palm!” his burning palm descended so greatly on the well, melting together the mud and fusing it solid.