"Arghh-!"
Calidora grunted as she could feel the cursed energy around her tightening.
She found herself ensnared, her every move was stifled by the cursed energy woven into the circle of rite etched upon the ground. Desperation clawed at her, her heart pounding with the weight of the situation.
'I didn't know the Witch was in on this! This is too risky!' She screamed inside her head.
Being an Empress, Calidora expected Evelyn to do something.
Out of the time of the day, the celebratory banquet was the most appropriate time to strike.
A plan was already settled in Calidora's mind, but she didn't see it this way.
She didn't know that the Witch was going to help Evelyn.
As Calidora struggled against the powerful bonds that held her captive—attempting her best to flee as even her Eyes of Terror were flashing brightly, Evelyn, the architect of the situation approached with a predatory gleam in her eyes.