"Kill a witch?" Quinlan's eyebrows furrowed. "That won't be an easy task."
Jonah stood up. "Are you crazy? We can't kill a witch. They are the esteemed high noble. We would all be executed!"
Siderius and Quinlan ignored Jonah. They re-entered the monastery through the hole.
"How were you able to break this wall? Me and the other guy tried to shove quite a few times but were unable to budge it one bit." Quinlan said.
"Explosives." Siderius simply said.
Magic could bend reality to their will. When Siderius arrived at the monastery, he noticed the ritual circle and was wondering if he should enter this evil place.
But then he saw the wooden gate change right in front of his eyes. The gate melted into the wall and became a part of it. One of the very signature abilities of Magic, it could shape and change physical matter.
Alchemy, with all of its miracles, couldn't even do it to this day.
Then Siderius heard the cry for help from Quinlan and Jonah.
