Chapter 43: Witch of the First Flame (3)

Massive Purple Lillies bloomed and unfurled themselves around the group, releasing violet fog into the air. The green fires that resembled grass withered beneath their feet. 

A priest behind Charlotte raised his staff as a small bubble appeared around it, expanding exponentially until it covered all of them, preventing the toxic purple gas from entering.

Purple flames wreathed his body, burning away the plain clothing Pasiphae was wearing moments prior, replacing it with a long, black, and purple silken dress, with flame highlights. The dress tapered off and ended with flaming purple stitching at his collarbones. The fire continued upwards, transforming his hair into a pitch-black void, and his eyes glinted like polished amethysts. 

In his grasped palms were 2 daggers made entirely of magic circles, each condensed and stacked atop the other, something that was impossible for the average mage. 

"Now~" He spun the daggers around on his palm as he sat floating midair. 

"Protect me, we witch hunters may have the tools to fight witches, but all of that leaves us very vulnerable when setting it up." The witch hunter said as he knelt on the ground. "I'll set up an array to restrict her-his movements."  His finger glowed with black light. "Keep him occupied until then."

Charlotte nodded, immediately casting her own restriction spells. 

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