Morgana understood that better than anyone.
The violet charms around her body began spinning wildly, and her hands moved so quickly that they left trails of purple afterimages in the air. One defensive spell after another appeared around her, forming layers so densely packed that the space between her and Max became a fortress of witchcraft.
A curtain of starlight unfolded first, then a circular barrier made of thirteen witch runes appeared inside it. After that came a veil of purple mist, a mirror formed from cursed moonlight, a cage of black roots summoned from the Witch God Tree, a shield made from condensed fate threads, and finally a strange starry doll that floated before her like a substitute body.
She was desperate.
Everyone could see it.
