Chapter 116 Awakening The Werewitch

Back in the room, Alpha Damion had begun sweating profusely. The dark spells combined by the heretics were slowly killing him, rendering his body muscles cramped and heavy like they had been filled up with lead. Still kneeling on the ground, he forced his head to turn towards Lord Rawlings, who watched him from the bed, wearing an avid dark smirk on his cruel face. It was obvious that he enjoyed every bit of the scene, watching the one he hated the most suffer in intense pain. Beside him, the trembling Damion could see the witch, setting up BT set properly between the two beds.