Chapter 41

Cirilla's Point Of View

I released a loud growl, my inner vision blood red, and a deep thirst for their blood overpowered me.

My eyes narrowed on the witch closest to me, and two witches rushed closer, eager for their deaths.

I felt their fears. It was delightful. And I knew I would enjoy ripping their hearts out and drinking them dry.

Then I felt Asher's presence as it came with a thundering growl that shook the walls of the room and the smell of blood soon filled the air.

But I didn't dare look away from my soon-to-be victims. They lifted their fingers and an invisible shield was created imprisoning us.

My smile only deepened at their obvious stupidity. Nothing could stop me. I knew that, even as they began whispering foreign words, and channeling their energies to attack me, my smile only ran deeper.

They lifted their fingers collectively, and I felt magic that charged my way to harm me, but nothing happened.

The horror on their faces was priceless, as my smile vanished and my eye