After finishing brewing some poison, Mavreth stood up. "It's time for my disciple to wake up," he muttered and waved his hand lightly.
The next moment, the space in front of him tore open, creating a tunnel leading to the door to Michelle's room.
Well, it wasn't exactly a tunnel. Mavreth would only need to take a single step and he would be on the other side.
When the door to the room opened, Michelle lifted her gaze. "Did I pass the test, master?" she asked with a tilt of her head.
"With excellent results..." Mavreth nodded, walking over. "Now, this should be taken out." He stretched out his hand in front of Michelle, and once again a black spike appeared.
The next moment, he drove it into the already healing wound, messing it up again.
A hiss left Michelle's mouth. But at least it didn't hurt as much as before. Though the spike looked exactly the same as the first one, the feeling it gave off was different.
