Deep in the woods, Kruse ran as fast as he could. Someone told him that the lord of Snowfell was coming. He was a very powerful and ruthless witch.
He burned the one who framed him alive. A punishment that even other witches had to fear.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. I hope he doesn't know I did it."
But he was already too late.
Siderius already spotted him. Silver Hawk appeared behind Siderius' back as he reached his hand back and grabbed the sword.
Siderius held the bow in one hand and placed Silver Hawk onto it. The Transformation Seal on the sword lit up. The long silver sword turned into a thin silver arrow.
"Where are you going, little witch?" Siderius mumbled. He pulled the string back.
The arrow left the bow. It screamed in the air and shot at the back of Kruse. When it hit Kruse, it turned back into a sword.
The weight of the sword pinned Kruse onto a nearby tree. Blood flooded out his shirt and painted the silver sword red.
