A costly victory

Chapter 37: A Costly Victory 

The place was really smelling very thick with the scent of blood and much magic. 

Lucia was standing in the heart of the battlefield, her body was trembling as energy was already showing around her. 

The witches were gathering over there again, their daruk robes were flowing like shadows in the wind, chanting in a language that was really older than time itself.

She could actually feel it. The pull of the ritual. The force that was really clawing at her very soul. 

Kain was right. She did not know what this power would take from her. 

But she knew what would really happen if she did not stop it. 

The ground under her feet was shaking as their runes were glowing in a perfect, and a deadly circle around the coven. The ancient force they were trying to awaken was already coming.

Lucia clenched her fists, her breath was caught. She had one chance.