Banshee's Howl!
SCREECH!
The sharp, piercing sound vibrated rapidly upon hitting the eardrums, instantly transforming into a bewitching female voice.
Blankness immediately appeared in the eyes of Vincent and his companion.
Opportunity!
Light flashed in Schtrude's eyes.
He didn't take the chance to escape but, like Millie, unleashed witchcraft as he rapidly advanced on the two men.
BANG!
PFFT!
Witchcraft flew like streaks of light.
Vincent staggered backward, spitting blood, but his consciousness also broke free from the Banshee's Howl's influence. "Looks like when the Carpe family fell, you took a lot of good things with you," he sneered. "All the better for me. Once I kill you, everything you have will be mine!"
"Die!"
In a roar of rage, Vincent waved the Magic Wand in his hand, its movements leaving trails of afterimages as One-Circle Witchcraft bombarded them relentlessly.
