Bab 117: The Only Mercy

Gradually, the mage's room started lighting up again, though the light was still dim and reluctant as if scared to be in the presence of the summoned spirit. 

As the hesitant touch of the afternoon light tried to make its way towards the center of the room, the witch's silhouette began to shape into a discernable form, revealing her mysteriously enchanting appearance. 

Amidst the dimly lit walls, the fire witch stood as a mesmerizing enigma. Her long, fiery red locks cascaded in untamed curls, a vibrant contrast against her pale skin, like flames dancing upon the snow. Bright orange eyes, gleaming with an inner inferno, pierced through the shadows with an intensity that seemed to ignite the very air around her. Light freckles adorned her face like stardust sprinkled by the night sky, adding a touch of ethereal charm to her otherwise striking appearance.