Five spears created with silver and golden mosaics flew toward Anansi, however, Damballa interposed itself in the path of these, being pierced by them.
The blood of the white-scaled serpent splattered the witch, who was stupefied.
She hadn't felt or perceived the attack approaching.
"Mmm, what a shame, I lost the element of surprise," a mocking voice then mentioned.
As Damballa's body recovered its doll form, Anansi looked at the newcomer with anger.
Her normally expressionless face was now showing anger, and while this anger wasn't very pronounced, it could be clearly seen reflected on her face.
"You... you're the one who created this place, right?" the witch asked with a cold voice.
The old man looked at Anansi and nodded with a mischievous smile.
"I think the answer answers itself, don't you think?" the old man responded.
Anansi clenched her fists tightly.
Few things drove her crazy, however, there was something that did bother her.
