CHAPTER 162

SCOTT POV

I looked around, searching for any sign of the ancient artifact that might hold the key to breaking the witch's hold. There, in a corner, I spotted it—a glint of gold amidst the shadows.

I ran towards the direction while both Eden and Fiona tagged behind me in fury and witch's influence.

The moment I grabbed the object, a smirk appeared on my face in accomplishment. A perplexed expression masked on my face when I noticed that the witch seemed to be laughing very hard.

The witch's laughter cut through the tense air, a harsh symphony of hostility. Her amusement sent a shiver down my spine, filling me with a sense of foreboding.

I held the artifact tightly, my fingers tracing its ancient engravings. There had to be a reason for her reaction. I studied her closely, searching for any sign of vulnerability or weakness.

"What's so amusing?" I demanded,

The witch's laughter slowly subsided, replaced by a wicked smile that seemed to stretch impossibly wide. Her eyes gleamed with an