Seeing that Aiven didn't turn around to flee, the Crow Witch grinned, revealing jagged black and yellow teeth, and laughed eerily like a crow.
She casually plucked a black feather from her arm and tossed it towards Aiven.
The feather floated down gently...
Not knowing what trick she was up to, Aiven held his sword ready, concentrating on defense but not initiating an attack.
The abilities of magical transcendent beings are unpredictable, and it's no different even when they become demons. The Crow Witch most likely inherited some of her witch abilities from her lifetime and should not be regarded as an ordinary monster.
Caution is a virtue.
However, if a few years had passed, the experienced Aiven would definitely not allow a magical position to cast spells at will without interference, slashing down with his sword would be the right course of action!
One second, two seconds...
When Aiven realized something was wrong, he found himself suddenly stiff and unable to move.
