Lady Mira didn't even get the luxury to speak before a golden light burst around her, wrapping tight like chains. The force threw her down hard, making her screech in pain and agony.
She glared at the ones who had just ruined all her plans, and especially at Levi—showing an affinity she hadn't seen in a very long time. Phoenix witches. Deadly, powerful, and never showing themselves in public. Yet here was one, standing right in front of her, daring to challenge her. Aggravating didn't even begin to cover it.
She had failed her Queen, and the punishment waiting for her would be worse than anything mortals could dream of doing. The golden light stung against her skin, biting deep, refusing to loosen even a fraction.
Her powers—useless against it. That only meant one thing: Levi's magic was far more superior. And the fact that she had killed him only for him to resurrect so easily… it was proof enough that he was something else entirely.
