At last, after the Red Dragon Queen's tireless efforts, a small hole had finally been burned into the door.
It was not large, only about the size of a baseball. Constantine had insanely designed an anti-magic door a full meter thick, carved all manner of protective runes into it, and reinforced it with various spells. It had delayed them for far too long.
Luckily, the ones inside the warehouse were apprentices like Man-Bat and Khalid. If it had been the Demon Lord or Wizard Sargon, she estimated it would have taken at least a month to open this door.
But there were no ifs.
In the darkness, Circe raised a hand and hurled the laughing Booster Gold away. Powerful magic slammed him into the wall and fused him into it, as easily as dropping a strawberry into yogurt.
She paid no attention to whoever replaced Booster Gold and lunged at her next. A contemptuous smile appeared on her face as she raised one hand.
The Black Diamond flew out through the hole in the door, while Eclipso inside it continued to curse and shriek.
The peculiar black shard passed through the scorching dragon breath, trailing scattered sparks as it flew toward Circe's outstretched hand.
The energy of witchcraft was chaotic and violent. Casting spells with incantations and hand signs was merely a rule order imposed upon witchcraft.
Primitive witchcraft and magic did not need rules. They existed even in disorder, possessing the essence of chaos.
Changing reality through thought was the core of magical energy.
Take the gods, for example. They needed no incantations to wield divine power. Lightning, water, fire, and wind were seemingly at their fingertips. That was witchcraft in its most primitive form: all it required was a thought.
And Circe had now touched the threshold of