Despite Jacob's startling entrance, Matriarch Ephyra's reaction was instantaneous.
A dozen runic arrays flared to life, weaving protective circles that converged upon Jacob like spears of radiant light.
But before they could even reach him, Jacob simply raised his skeletal hand, which was like jade, which was different from the Deathless Prince's hand, and time froze!
However, it was still nothing; the next instant, the spells died mid-flight, their light extinguished like a candle flame, and then only silence remained.
Matriarch Ephyra's eyes widened as her heartbeat faltered, for she could feel the suppression wasn't just of mana but the law itself.
At this moment, she finally looked at Jacob with vigilance and dread before she breathed, her tone trembling between awe and dread, "Who might esteemed guest be? What business does someone like you have with our witch race?"
