With the new arrival, the battlefield came to an abrupt halt, as if frozen in time. The birds and spiders, locked in a violent struggle just moments before, stopped as though an unseen force had drained them of all their will. The eerie stillness was palpable, a silence that seemed to echo with the remnants of chaos.
Corvina struggled against her captors, but the four witches held her firmly in place, their movements perfectly synchronized. It felt as though gravity itself had turned against her, pressing her down with an unbearable force. She writhed helplessly on the ground, her flailing limbs betraying her desperation.