The sealing ritual was proceeding smoothly.
The black rune had floated directly above the salt jar and began descending slowly.
The hum of the spell grew louder, causing the air in the storage room to resonate with it.
Everything was going according to plan.
Then, the unexpected twist occurred.
"Uh..."
The Cursed Witch suddenly let out a muffled moan.
Her right arm... from shoulder to hand, twisted unnaturally.
Like someone wringing a towel, the entire arm, along with the hand, twisted in the opposite direction.
Muscles, bones, blood vessels, nerves... all tissues emitted subtle tearing sounds under that twisting force.
The Cursed Witch's face instantly turned ugly because she didn't sense the attacker.
Her left hand swiftly lifted, pressing against the twisted right shoulder, a black light surged from the palm, attempting to counteract the twisting force.
The other wizards instinctively looked at her and remained on alert around them.
