Chapter 117: The Only Mercy
Gradually, the mage’s room started lighting up again, though the light was still dim and reluctant as if scared to be in the presence of the summoned spirit.
As the hesitant touch of the afternoon light tried to make its way towards the center of the room, the witch’s silhouette began to shape into a discernable form, revealing her mysteriously enchanting appearance.
Amidst the dimly lit walls, the fire witch stood as a mesmerizing enigma. Her long, fiery red locks cascaded in untamed curls, a vibrant contrast against her pale skin, like flames dancing upon the snow. Bright orange eyes, gleaming with an inner inferno, pierced through the shadows with an intensity that seemed to ignite the very air around her. Light freckles adorned her face like stardust sprinkled by the night sky, adding a touch of ethereal charm to her otherwise striking appearance.
Dressed in a long black dress, its fabric adorned with intricate flowery embroidery, she exuded an aura of both elegance and power. As she stood within the runic circle, bathed in the flickering light of ancient symbols, she emanated a presence both alluring and formidable, a living embodiment of the untamed forces she commanded.
Ylva’s face bore a look of bewilderment and frustration. Her big orange eyes nervously scanned her surroundings as if looking for a clue of familiarity but with each passing moment, the downward curl of her lips suggested utmost disappointment.
She was still not ready to speak and everyone else around her dared not to speak as well.
At last, her burning gaze focused on Yuraon, whose hand was tightly wrapped in the blood-soaked sleeve of his loose shirt. The witch froze on the spot, her eyes wide and her face marred with a distinct shadow of distress.
The young King, too, arched his black eyebrows, unsure why his presence evoked such a strong change on the woman’s face. The witch then finally regained composure, narrowed her eyes, and almost hissed,
"You... How dare you... How dare you seek me, jolting me back to this wretched world that still carries your presence?!"