"Oh, Mister Warlock." No one heard Marsella's voice outside the barrier, but Isaiah could read her mouth. "You're here?"
Isaiah had his hands open while blood dripped from his fingertips. The scar on the back of his hand glowed brightly, but instead of appearing amazing, it looked painful. Locking Marsella inside a barrier was hard since she was powerful, but he had to.
"My, my. What a pitiful bunch." Marsella clicked her tongue continuously, shaking her head, and planting her hand on the transparent barrier. "Grand Duke, you shouldn't keep me locked up in here. I mean, do you even know what will happen if Maleficent awakened?"
Isaiah didn't respond, but he could easily read what Marsella was saying.
The corner of her lips curled up into a smirk. "I'm just trying to help my brother since Maximus slightly irked me. You guys shouldn't be doing this spell. You know, that's what Maximus wanted."
