Wolfs Right
Mar repeated the drawing over the first one with silvery sand and suddenly cried out:
- Furfur!
- Go away, Mar, then I myself. Melissa tossed her bag aside, her eyes fixed on a male figure with branching deer antlers and bat wings. Her hands rested on the pentagram, causing the gunpowder to flare up and turn the silvery dust into a viscous mass that completes the magic circle. “Help me, spirits of the dead witches of Cleves, are you here?” She tossed her head and rose into the air, spinning a fiery whirlwind under her. “Where else would you be if not in the Underworld.
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