"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" I shouted as I peered behind me, instantly regretting what I saw.
"I DON'T KNOW!!" He shouted back.
We were running from the now-mad black witch, whose black magic had split into thousands of floating black spears. Right after she bled herself, her magic grew twofold, and the air was quickly thick with black magic. I can no longer smell the sweetness of the flowers, nor can I see the blue sky. The sky was grey with black mist.
With her newfound ability, she rescued her sister from the burning fire as quickly as she could swing her hand, a power that had to be two—no, three times—her actual power. Even Elliot realized he had no chance against her in their current state. He was now the weaker of the two.
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING!!" The witch shouted. Our whole conversations have become a series of shouts now, and that wasn't even the worst part.
