Despite

Unable to tolerate him and his manners any longer, Ariadne launched Azhewo a rain of sharp arrows. But all of them fell off before even grazing him. He smiled mockingly to the angry witch. 

- No bad for a witch of your kind. But far short from someone of my ability.

- I don't care, and don't you dare underestimate me.

- Don't worry, I will not.

And suddenly, Azhewo engulfed their space by an untearable blackness. Ariadne was totally lost in this artificial world totally off of light. She tried to summon her magic and create a field of light to lit up her road in obscurity. But it was a vain effort, as any magic was swept away in the darkness.

And when she saw hundreds of crimson eyes lurking in the bottomless dark, the witch felt intolerable thrill crossing all her body.