Subduing Jaegar

The pressure he exerted was unlike anything she had experienced before. Angelina, who was hailed as one of the most powerful witches, was being pushed back, and for the first time, she felt fear, sweating in the face of the crimson Jaegar.

He looked down at her, and his gaze felt like hot needles piercing her mind all at once. He looked at his hands and laughed hysterically, as if he weren't himself. Jaegar's mind seemed overtaken by his deviant self. His laughter echoed in the distance.

The screaming eventually ceased, and Jaegar hovered in the air, completely enveloped in dark crimson and orange hues. The swirling colors around Jaegar seemed to grow in intensity, pulsating with an eerie energy. As he floated there, a sense of foreboding filled the air, as if something truly malevolent had taken hold of him. The once powerful witch could only watch in horror as Jaegar's transformation continued, unsure of what would come next.