Enchantress was vicious, ruthless with her words till then. Her dark eyes were scanning his each facial expression amusingly as if she was a sleeping lioness who was enjoying the nervousness of her descerned prey. Her paces were oddly torturous but never paused to approach his weak figure. Her ruthless eyes already glowing in advance victory as she recalled the main information that she received from Zave. Aaron had already lost half of his soul powers, so how could his powers compare to her?
She was a blessed witch and werewolf who was possesing powers from the dark creatures over the past few decades. She was confident with her powers and determination.
Moving towards his way beastly, Enchantress thought amusingly that whether she should kill off Aaron completely today or let him die till tomorrow midnight.
An evil smirk formed in her plumped lips when she noticed how fragile Aaron looked at that state.
