บท 117: The fight begins!

Eve continued to run outside the castle without bothering to look back at where the rock had crashed, breaking off a large part of the tower. Silently, she hoped no one was on that floor who could have been hurt. The attack was too sudden, leaving them no time to prepare an escape for others, and the witches showed no signs of relenting in their destruction.

Her mind was a whirlwind until she finally made it outside, halting in her steps to take in the scene. It was as if she had stepped into the midst of a great battle. Clenching her left fist, blue flames enveloped her hand, and she held her sword in her right.

A morphed witch appeared before Eve, a three-armed creature with an extra limb protruding from her hunched back. Her wide mouth stretched to her ears in a grotesque smile, several jagged teeth missing.

"Yhare zhe one wif zha szoul," the witch hissed, her long tongue flicking with each word as she sniffed the air around Eve.