"W–We have to fall back." One of the cloaked witches shook her head, dragging her feet backwards. "This doesn't feel like—"
Before she could finish… the beast moved in a blur. Her mouth parted. Magic exploded in her chest, gathering in her fingers.
The entire cave went still for a beat.
Only for the witch to realise that the place was tilting around her. Confusion settled in her.
'What's the… no.'
It was only when she fell to the ground with a plop and noticed her headless body crumbling to its knees that she realised what had happened.
Somehow the beast had severed her head. Blood sprayed on the cold cave floors like rain. The corners of the witch's vision blurred.
The last thing she saw was her sister in the craft conjuring a force shield in front of herself. Then darkness swallowed the last of her consciousness.
