One silent night...
The next morning, Audrey, who had a rare good dream the night before, was once again woken by the annoying alarm of the Devil's Crow. Reluctantly sitting up in bed, she slapped the irritating alarm across the room with a hint of morning grumpiness.
It was purposely not placed on the nightstand within easy reach but on the dressing table far from the bed. The idea was that she would definitely have to get out of bed to turn off the alarm.
Unfortunately, plans are always beautiful, but reality is often cruel. Such a trick might work on ordinary humans, but for a witch...
Oh, sometimes having too much Magic Power can be quite troublesome.
The poor alarm endured pressures it should never have had to, facing a furious strike from an Elite Witch not far from being a Great Witch. There was nothing it could do but reluctantly break apart under the heavy blow of a fox-tail-shaped variant of Mage's Hand, its parts scattering all over the floor with a snap.