The sight was an unbelievable one. Everyone in the ruined vineyard was dead silent, heads up and eyes locked at the Prince suspended three feet in the air.
Aethelstan kicked uselessly, his hands clawing at his own throat as Corisande's magic constricted his windpipe.
"Princess, stop!" Deron, one of the first to break out of his shock, yelled. He took a hesitant step toward her, his hand hovering over the hilt of his sword. "Put him down! You're going to kill him!"
"Do not take another step!" Corisande shrieked.
She snapped her glowing green eyes toward Deron, her hands trembling violently as she held the magic.
A shockwave of her green mana flared outward from her body. Surprisingly, the dead grapevines were revitalized by the energy as it pushed Deron backward. "Do not dare get close to me! Any of you!"
The remaining members of the Heroes' Party stumbled back fearfully. They looked at the Elven Princess as if they were seeing a stranger.
