Mistress Of Enchanting Dragon

But Silja started to walk into a random house. She raised her hand and all the doors of the nearby house started to open.

She entered one after another house in search of those people.

But all she could find was just the skeletons of villagers who were slaughtered in their own houses.

The site was gruesome in the dark night. 

The energy around her started to get darker and darker with each passing house. 

She rampaged the whole village in her rage. But she failed to notice a dark shadow that was lurking behind her.

It was the same shadow that had started to show up around her every time her mysterious powers showed up.

Its presence was so subtle that Silja didn't notice it at all. 

Baam.. she broke into one of the houses and saw the witch trying to hide in the small place.

But Silja's eyes were quick to detect it. 

He moved in his direction and raised her hand with the power she held. The man went flying to the other wall with the sudden invisible push.

Even the darkness of the night wasn't stopping her any slightest. She was able to see everything as clear as day.

"Ahh…" his head heated the wall with so much force that it broke into many pieces. Silja smiled looking at how he was laying there with blood spurted around them. The place was very small and thus some droplets also fell on Silja's body.

With the blood drops on her face, Silja started to look even more excited.

As if she has done her favourite activity.

A different kind of satisfaction was washing over her soul. A smile rose on her face and she looked no more than a demoness who was bloodthirsty.

The sight was very gruesome to watch.

But Silja was unaffected as she moved towards her next prey.

It didn't take her long to find another Witch who was the leader. The man was standing near the small shrine intended to run in.

"Stay away from me," the man yelled as she saw Silja moving forward towards him in slow steps.

He has a small branch stick in his hand which he has wrapped up with some grace at the end.

Generally, Witches don't use brooms to perform magic as they can access their spells easily without a broom.

But from the moment the man saw Silja's current appearance he knew that no matter how powerful he was, the one he was dealing with was not a simple human.

Actually what was making him more afraid was the fact that he couldn't even guess what kind of creature he was dealing with.

So he grabbed anything that he found and made a make do broom.

She was as powerful even more than witches he has ever seen and there was something more around her, something dark and eerie.

Silja's pitch-black eyes were merging with the dark night. Her red hair was open and fluttering freely with small ripples of the winds, just like flames of the fire.

He has never met this kind of creature before. And the fear of the unknown is even more frightening than of the known.

The man walked backwards and started to walk over the steps of the Shrine.

He wanted to take refuge and there was nothing else that could help him hide from this devilish woman.

But when he saw that none of his threats was working on Silja the man panicked more.

"Stay there….I will kill you otherwise," after saying that the man chanted spells and moved his broom in the air.

Broom for witches was like a medium to use magic. The spell possessed the same without the use of broom but the broom magic was more simple and enhanced the power of the spell caster.

The witcher used the spell and all the things around them which were a bit light started to rise in the air.

Small branches, roof stones, dried leaves and dried grass formed a small whirlwind to attack Silja.

Silja stood there oblivious to his attacks. The powerful whirlwind rushed in her direction and the man smiled.

It seems like despite her appearance Silja has no actual powers.

But he wasn't lucky to gloat for enough time as soon his smile fell.

The small tornado which was on its way to harm Silja crumbled the moment it entered Silja's peripheral range.

The wind stopped for a second and next everything that was swirling in the air fell lifelessly on the ground.

Just like that.

The witcher' eyes widened in shock and he gulped softly.

But the man was quick to move his broom again to cast another spell.

In the midst of his fear, he started chanting incoherent words.

But before he could complete the spell a gust of wind swapped across him and the broom he was holding broke into many pieces in his hand.

The bamboo stick which was used broke and its small pieces injured his palm.

Silja's lips rose in a smile looking at the man who was retreating backwardly on the shrine steps, she slowly took a step towards him. 

Silja lifted her leg and put it on the first steps of the shrine and something unexpected happened.

As soon as her leg came to contact the step with a strong force she was thrown backwards.

Silja stumbled back and her dark eyeballs flickered.

The shock made her regain her composure again and she came to her senses.

"What happened?" Silja mumbled softly.

But she wasn't the only one who was shocked.

The man standing at the top of the stairs was shocked too.

Silja's eyes widened and when her eyes flickered again with malice she tried to move forward and the same thing repeated again.

Silja was getting thrown back again and again as she tried a few more times.

Silja and the man both were confused about what was happening, suddenly Silja raised her head and looked ahead. The witcher grimaced at her but then he realised that she wasn't looking at him but behind him.

The man hesitantly turned his head and looked behind. 

When he was trying to run away from Silja he just walked over here without thinking of anything. 

But how in the world he has realised that this move was life-saving for him.

He didn't know what was stopping her from entering there maybe because it was a holy place.

Whatever it was it was lifesaving for him.

"Haha….so you can't come here," the man laughed in between his shock and fear.

Silja pursed her lips in confusion, her eyes turned back to their original colour of hazel.

This time she hasn't lost herself completely. She has yet to understand how the way her powers work and how her powers were working without her doing anything. And before she could even figure that out there was even one more question.

Why wasn't she able to walk on the steps?

The dark aura around has started to dissipate slowly but the dark entity lurking around her didn't go away.

The dark foggy figure stayed a few steps away keeping its eyes on Silja.

Silja felt her powers going back and she stood there stupefied about what should she do?

Her long nails which have grown earlier have started to retreat and her hands have become normal again.

This is bad?

Silja murmured to herself. Her powers were going back but her kidnapper and Gwen were still alive.

Thankfully this time Silja was calmer than before, the confidence Donovan had given her was working very well.

"Huhh… do you think that staying there will save you from me?" Silja said in a loud voice. Her voice was hoarse and deep which made her words more impactful.

"You can't come here," the man gloated. He was behaving as if he had found something exciting. The moment he has sawn Silja he thought that he was dead but now there was a ray of hope.

"Who said that I can't?" Silja questioned.