Chapter 37. The Day of the Attack

Dave lets out a scream. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he rushed to check on his mother.

Mr. Smith slumps to his knees. He’s spellbound that he couldn’t move. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He only stared with a broken spirit. This isn’t how he pictured tonight to be.

“Mother!” Dave cried out. “Please, Mom, don’t leave me!” he tapped her cheek gently but continuously tried to get her to open her eyes.

It’s already too late. Her heart was separated from her. There’s no coming back. She’s dead.

“Please, Mom, wake up!” he cried out once more.

The rest of the coven stared with broken hearts. It’s as if their heart was chartered like a broken bottle the moment the creature killed the wife of their leader.

There’s no more coven magic anymore. Their circle-to-person coven magic has been broken. Together, they are strong, but now, to get an effective and powerful spell as a coven is impossible.

Seeing the appearance of the being that attacked Mr