His realm of wicked words swirled around her body, the bay’s water hitting her hard, and the bridge she was standing on started to wither from the winds. The warlock’s spell caused a strange cluster of clouds to rise around her legs and her hands seemed stuck to the bridge railing. Her temples still throbbed from the warlock’s warning that he would never stop, never let her be free from his world.
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