'Four….Three…Two…N-'
Anette shot out from her position towards the priest. More accurately, towards the scroll on the altar pedestal. A shadow streak was left in her path and an afterimage in her former position.
It was also at that moment the high priestess's hand touched the scroll.
It seemed like two hands accurately landed on the scroll simultaneously. One was fair and bare while the other gloved with black silk gloves.
Anette unhesitantly held the scroll and threw it into a magic spatial storage bag with anti-magic properties and time-stopping attributes.
Anette's body landed in the small Altar in a cat-like posture balancing her body with great difficulty given her former momentum.