Lady Hecate was expecting that Ethan would despair as he forced him to make a decision.
But, instead of seeing despair, what she saw was the young man’s determination to stab her with the spear, Areadbhair, whose radiant flames made her skin tingle.
With a simple thought, Lady Hecate teleported dozens of meters away from where she was standing earlier.
Lady Hecate sneered. “Nice try, but you’re still too gree—.”
But, she was unable to finish whatever she was going to say because the spells that she thought she had evaded swerved in her direction, surrounding her from all sides.
With a grunt of annoyance, the Progenitor of Magic snapped her fingers, creating a barrier that protected her from the spells that bombarded her without mercy.
The barrier held true, and endured the rain of spells from all of the Fairies, who started to curse and call her names like Old Hag and Super Late Bloomer.