Book One – Chapter 7

Without hesitation, Yves threw a physical illusion at them, an undefined mass that hurled the witch off the familiar, both falling back into the crater. Shards followed the very second, imprisoning them separately where they landed. The witch he impaled, shackled by shards through her left thigh and both arms from shoulders to hands, binding her against the crater wall. The familiar he left unharmed. The animal sat up without resisting its ethereal cage.

Yves drew himself up, his senses on high alert, wary of potential traps, illusions, or any form of sensory distortions associated with witches. He scrutinised the surroundings, feeling for hidden presences, but the overwhelming sensation of the Vicha drowned out any other subtle nuances. He approached.