Fear.
Witch Lana swore she had never seen such terrifying, immense magical energy.
The surging, roiling magic power was like an ocean, boundless as the universe.
It could kill her in an instant.
The witch did not want to die. She wanted to live.
But the rage in her heart burned fiercely like kindling set ablaze.
Her two best sisters had died at Jino's hands.
They had been utterly annihilated.
Golden magic had erased the magical energy hidden within Lois Lane and Chloe, making them unable to be resurrected.
"I."
Standing at the edge of a steep cliff, determination flashed in Witch Lana's eyes.
Her sisters were dead, and against an enemy like Jino, she knew she could not escape for long.
The woman drew a strangely shaped, eerie dagger from her waist. Slowly closing her eyes, she muttered, "Great Lord of Hell, heed my plea..."
As she slashed her palm with the dagger, surging magic power roared out of her body.
"Ah!"
Lana let out a pained scream.
The dark purple magic within her body seemed to possess a will of its own, forming a dim hexagram before pouring into it like an offering.
A faint, indistinct voice echoed through the air. "With my blood, I sacrifice to the Gates of Hell!"
"Thud!"
As though her mind had been stunned by the magical backlash, Lana tilted her head and plunged off the cliff.
Several hundred meters below lay jagged rocks amid rugged mountain ridges.
"Snap!"
A hand gently caught the unconscious girl by the ankle.
Then, as if lifting a chick by its feet, it pulled her back onto the cliff.
"Made it!"
Clark carried Lana in a bridal hold, a smile appearing on his face. "It's all over."
"It's over?"
His friend's voice came from behind him.
Jino