The marketplace transformed into a tableau of magical tension.
The Council witches—Mirabel, Evanore, and Yasmine—stood frozen, their gazes locked on Jaegar. Each of them recognized the raw, uncontrolled power that had just been unleashed; while coming here, they felt it. The immense yet sharp energy waves of Jaegar.
Evanore, whose gaze locked onto Angelina, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and recognition, broke the silence.
"Mother", she whispered, staring at Angelina, "what are you doing here?"
Mirabel was anxious while Yasmine was staring at Jaegar.
Angelina stood tall, despite the visible strain of supporting Jaegar. Her presence was a reminder of her legendary status—the former Reverend Witch of the Spire, a title she had once held with unquestioned authority. The years had weathered her, but none of her inherent power had diminished.
Mirabel's eyes narrowed, studying Jaegar with intense scrutiny.
