The Taste Of Origin Magic [Part 1]

Samantha could feel the final grails of her magic being siphoned by the gem in her chest.

Similar to the sand inside an hourglass, she knew that her time was nearing its end. At most, all of what little was left of the magic inside her body would be gone in a few minutes.

The Witch, who was paying close attention to the growth of the gems in each of the young ladies’ chests, walked in her direction and smiled.

“You’re almost ripe for the picking, sweetheart,” the Witch said with a smile. “Truth be told, I thought your Origin Magic would have bloomed two days ago, but it seems that the color of your eyes isn't the only part that makes you special.

“Your Origin Magic is very special too. Hah… I look forward to eating it already. I’m sure it will be more delicious than the other Origin Magic I’ve consumed over the past few weeks.”

The Witch then lovingly kissed the green gem in Samantha’s chest, whose center was already glowing faintly.