Chapter 58 The Missing Witch

Beth's POV

It hurt. My temples were thumping violently.

I lay on the ground, unable to move any parts of my body except for my eyes which still opened with great difficulty.

I tried my best to observe the surroundings so that I’ll know where I was. Staring at the wall opposite me, I fell into shock.

The whole wall was covered with glass cabinets, and in each compartment, there were glass bottles of different shapes filled with liquid of various colors. It was something I could easily recognize since I could also make them. It was potions.

‘Tik tok tik!’ The clock clanked on the other side of the wall, where the heads of wild bears were hung on either side of it.

Below it was the withered head of an elk which seemed to have undergone a form of preservation technique that enabled it to maintain the same look as the time that it must have been killed.