Chapter 35. Horseshoe Shaped

ALICIA CHAY

I needed a change of scenery. I closed my eyes and opened them behind my castle. I rubbed my arms as the scent of rain caught my attention before the torrent befell everything around me. Suddenly, a witch appeared from a burst of combustible sparks at the start of the forest, a hundred feet in front of me.

Only then did the acid rain stop. She was cloaked in a chilling dampness that rubbed off on me in an unnatural way.

Thrown off guard, I released an incorrigible scream that made a large school of fowl caw away in fear. As my nails extended seven inches, I put up my guard. Why, I didn't know, but it was better to be safe.

I was annoyed, endangered, and threatened all in one only because I encountered her before I met Armona forty centuries ago. Through astral projection, she vanished and reappeared through blood and ash, more powerful than before.

As she mumbled chants, nonplussed, I remained. The ability to create her own spells was impres