Seizing the opportunity, I conjure a concentrated mass of winds in my palm and thrust it into her stomach. The resulting explosion sends Elsa hurtling back, crashing into a nearby house with a resounding boom.
Life threw a double celebration my way: the recent New Year festivities and, to add a personal touch, my birthday. Amidst the joy and merriment, finding that quiet writing time proved to be difficult. But fear not! I was determined to make it up to you.
please don't give up ,the story is good ..................................................................................................................
Re:zero and good writing thanks................ ...............................................................................................................................................
This was the witch of the Westerlands, it seemed like she was the TV version, not the old and warty witch from the books. Well then, I could work with this.