Chapter 319: The Mythical Island!
Excalibur!
This was a name that boasted of power, and more so when one recalled all the legends related to it; its mysteries endless.
Perhaps, for the first time in her life, Darcie was showing the expressions that a little girl like her ought to show on encountering such things.
Her eyes were fluttering, her cheeks were gaining a rosy color, and her mouth kept opening and closing with every thought that passed by her brilliant mind.
"Afraid?" Madam Villanelle asked, raising an eyebrow.
Darcie tore her gaze off the space-bending sword and shook her head.
The older witch giggled and then pinched Darcie's cheek. "Just follow my lead," she said kindly.
There was still a considerable gap between the sword and the black pool's circumference where they were standing.
With one step, Madam Villanelle stepped into the black liquid, the water rippling under her feet.
Darcie followed. She looked down and saw her face rippling in the pool of black water.
Her shoes were drowned an inch into the pool, yet there was no sensation of them getting wet.