Slave to the Alpha King
Instead of gray mouth's and fingertips, these witches had blue mouth's and fingertips.
The sand began to move again, slowly at first, swirling like a whirlpool, until I began to rotate. Channeling my power at the swirling ground, I willed it to stop, the magic powering it pressing down on my own, making it difficult to breathe. By now, I was sinking, the sand level with my knees, and I was unable to lift my feet. I threw my magic into a shield, trying to seperate my skin from the sand, and expand the area to free myself, but it was too strong. I didn't stand a chance against six fully trained witches.
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