Brutal state of mind.

Blood rushed through her. Her feet shivered on the bare floor, and her long hair she hadn't trimmed danced with the heavy wind as the storm that had risen from the fallen barrier calmed down, and cleared significantly till she could see her targets clearly. 

The first male looked very young, maybe the same age as Maria, and had scruffy brown hair. From the looks of it, he gave out a cringy aura but Raziah knew he was a witch. The woman next to him looked fierce with bloodred hair, and you could see this excitement and bloodthirst oozing from her eyes. 

The last man was the simplest of them all. He had to be even older than Octavius and was holding a small book to his chest protectively simply staring around. 

"Lucky us," The redhead stepped forward as her eyes gave Raziah a once over with a wicked grin etching her face, "We found her,"