Tressa turned towards the exit where the guests were heading to, as she lifted her hand, chanting a spell and then shot the light formed in her hand towards the exit door.
As soon as the light hit the doors, they closed by themselves and a barrier appeared.
Those people who could not stop on time hit the barrier head on and fell back due to the repulsive shock wave.
“Who the hell is responsible for this?” Screamed the Seventh prince of Eldoria who had come here to represent his kingdom.
“Step out you traitor” A noble lady from Dreadmoor joined in frustrated by all the chaos around as a black sword appeared in her hand.
All the other nobles who were invited and was not poisoned joined them ready to kill who ever caused this, now not finding any other way.
Tressa took a slow, deliberate step forward, the heels of her shoes clicking against the marble floor, the sound eerily calm amidst the rising panic. She tilte
