"You Witccccccch!!!!" Izach Shouted at the top of his lung as the Bright light shone through his forehead. Celine, who was processing the Contract mumbled an unknown language that Izach had never heard before.
Beams of light grew brightly. A Warm Feeling crept into his heart as if someone was holding his heart in their hands. The pain and unknown feeling seeped through him. scared Izach. A chill crept down his spine. And the discomfort faded. A few seconds past the light that enveloped the entire space dissipated as the Chanting of Celine ended. she sighed and sat down in her chair.
Izach, who was catching his breath and rubbing his temple, was staring at the woman right in front of him. A curse came out of his mouth.
"You B*tch!!"
<Bah!! I'm no B! tch but only a fair and Fine young Witch.> As a smug smile was plastered on her Face. As she crossed her legs. as if thinking she had won the war. she took a sip at the drink right in front of her,