Chapter 121 The Witch

• Maximus’ POV
• It felt strange to me how this woman’s voice sent pangs of fear throughout my body. I raised my head to meet her gaze. Her eyes, that swirling storm of green like emeralds meeting deep purple amethyst, locked onto me. It was like staring into a bottomless pit—a pit that promised oblivion.
• “Are you f***king deaf? She scowled. "Who are you?” The woman yelled this time in her old, weathered voice as she hit me with the gnarled staff in her hand. I felt a touch of fear ripple through me at the impact. It wasn’t the staff that sent a jolt of terror through me; it was the power buzzing from it.