Cupid's arrow!

Priest Dravya had already seen this before but Priest Dharma looked at the little lady wide eyed. It had taken him all his strength to keep that same pack in a shield, and this girl single-handedly did that while doing another magic on the side! Just what was this girl?

Nati and Priest Dharma both had similar expressions as the same 'little girl' had just surpassed them both with utmost ease. Both of them felt humiliated and belittled but wouldn't dare to speak up considering their young opponent was way ahead of them.

Nati looked away as Visha's powers had already hurt her enough, and above that her cold, beautiful face was making it worse. Nati looked at her with extreme jealousy, she had never seen someone this beautiful. Nati was the most beautiful woman among the Yakshas but in front of Visha, her beauty just paled in comparison. Visha had this distinct charm that could entrap a hundred hearts with just a glance. There was something that wouldn't let someone look away from her. It'd require sheer will to do so.

After that she glanced at the fallen 'pests' on the ground. These idiots couldn't even take care of a pack of Shunis. And not to mention they were three witches! Any stupid triad spell could've done the job. Did they even think of working together? And above all that, what pissed her off the most was that she had to step in with her Master for such low-lives. What a disgrace! Nati scoffed and ignored them as she went to stand behind Visha obediently.

Priest Dharma was eager to know more about this 'Little Lady', as Priest Vishva had addressed her, and what was it that made her catch the High Priest's eye. He tried to get up and struggled to do so with one leg. Priest Dravya was right beside him and immediately bent down to help him stand up.

Visha rushed to support Priest Dharma as she had just noticed the bandage wrapped around his leg.

"What happened here?" she asked as she pushed Priest Dharma back forcing him to sit down again. She immediately unwrapped the bandages and saw the deep wounds of torn flesh that had barely healed at all. She could already guess what must have happened as she examined the bite marks. It was a good thing Visha had kept those herbs she had used on Mr Feathers before. She pulled those herbs out of her bag and crushed them on her palm before applying it on the wounds.

Danish and Laksh had just entered holding Mr Feathers and were shocked to see several frozen Shunis. They were greeted with such terrifying beasts. Each of them had this viciousness on their faces even after being frozen. They were glad Visha had went ahead and helped everyone or else these beasts looked like they could tear them apart in mere seconds.

Just when they had entered this 'chamber' Nati had immediately sensed the smell of human blood. She told Visha and they had ran away leaving Mr Feathers behind with Danish and Laksh. Since, the two had just entered, they hadn't witnessed the 'battle' but they could easily imagine how the things must have unfolded as they glanced at the beasts that had been frozen solid, just like the Spirit Gajakesari.

Soon, Laksh's gaze fell on the back of the beautiful girl squatting on the floor. A smile appeared on his face as he walked towards her. But when he saw the complete scene of her tending to Priest Dharma, the smile faded and he rushed towards them. His brows creased up as he stared at the almost half-eaten leg of Priest Dharma. Priest Dravya stopped him from getting any more closer as it might disturb Visha. Laksh could read his concerns on his pale face and stepped back obediently. This was the First Priest Dharma! The second highest position of the priesthood. And if something like this could happen to him, then this Drona really was more dangerous than Laksh could've ever imagined. With every step of the way, this man was turning out to be more and more powerful. Even if they could move around with the help of the swan, did they really stand a chance against him? The doubt had taken root inside him and began to spread fear in his heart. He wanted to scream and run away then he looked at the girl who was calmly bandaging her patient with not even an ounce of both. Neither fear nor doubt was visible in her cold brown eyes. They were as calm as an ocean while his heart was like a river thrashing against stones. He felt ashamed for feeling that way. How could he freak out like that when it was his priesthood that was in trouble, when an outsider who was just simply caught up in their mess was so calm! He recollected himself and slapped himself in his mind. Stop being a wuss! He said to himself. And be like that courageous girl. He looked at Visha with admiration. Ever since this journey had begun, he had seen many sides of this girl. She was brave, independent, courageous and someone who was willing to step forward and take a hit when no one did. The respect he had for her had been increasing tremendously from day one. His heart began to feel a warm fuzz as he stared at her checking for other wounds on both the priests' bodies.