"Do you have a knife?" She asked, turning around to face me. Her purple eyes shone brighter under the moonlight, and her fatigue looked clearer than ever. Even though the events from before took a toll on her, she refused to let them hold her back. If not, it only fueled her determination. I can see it from her eyes.
"What do you need a knife for?" I returned her question as I pulled the pocket of my pants, showing her that there was nothing inside.
"I need to... check something," she said, rubbing her hands together as she looked at the sigil on the ground.
"Andrew!" I called, making him stop his antics at once. He was on his knees, pinching the cheeks of one of the children around. As the ritual was already over, there was no problem with us non-witches stepping inside the sigil. "Do you have a knife?"
