"WHAT. THE. FUCK?" Bas and Quinlan both shouted at the same time.
"How did you do that, Sid?" Bas said.
"Why did she change so quickly?" Quinlan said.
"She tried to use the same spell that she used for Bas on me. I simply deflect the spell back to her."
Bas and Quinlan took a deep breath. They might not be familiar with how the witch operated, but they knew that this was no small feat. Bas used all his strength and the help of a god to free from the shackle.
Siderius did even more. He used her own spell against her.
The truth was more complicated than that. In Siderius' mind, his Alchemical Palace still existed.
The Palace was created in his past life to conquer mutations. He had created a livid reflection of his actual castle in his own mind. It was filled with actual rules of reality and a meticulous control over any being that might intrude his mind.
