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Sandro’s eyes blazed with red-hot fury as he observed the Etas(soldiers) rushing forward with him to capture Arabella and Blaze. Immediately, Arabella and Blaze assumed offensive stances, poised to attack if anyone drew near. However, just as they were about to reach their targets, they were violently repelled by an invisible wall.

Sandro’s eyes widened, and his mouth hung agape as he stared in disbelief at his helpless soldiers, who were now recovering from the shock of their sudden halt.

“What’s happening? Why can’t you move?” he barked, attempting to approach Arabella. He recognized that he couldn’t move closer either.

His gaze shifted to Arabella, who was staring back at him, her expression one of disbelief. “You little witch, what have you done to my soldiers?” he hissed, his voice dripping with anger. “It’s best you undo whatever you did because I can’t promise to be kind to you in the next moment that’s about to unfold. I’ve had enough of your nonsense!”

Arabella shook her head, her mouth opened as if to speak, but the words never left her lips. She was just as bewildered as he was. If she had an answer, her reaction wouldn’t have been so startling.

Finally able to speak, she scowled at him. “You think I’m responsible for that?”

“Of course!” Sandro growled. “You’re the only witch here!”

“Then maybe I should have killed you the first chance I got!” Arabella snapped. “I had nothing to do with this!”

However, she knew that convincing Sandro of her innocence would be an uphill battle.

“You expect me to believe more of your lies, Bella? After all, you’ve done?” Sandro grunted, attempting to break free from the invisible barrier that held him captive. It proved impossible.

“Foolish witch!” He winced as a sudden twinge shot through his kneecap, rubbing against the invisible barrier.

“I swear, I did nothing!” Arabella yelled in exasperation.

“And you expect me to believe…” Sandro began, but Orga abruptly cut off his words.

“I do,” Orga’s voice interjected as he appeared seemingly out of thin air.

“What’s the meaning of this, Orga?” Arabella demanded, her gaze now fixed on him.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“I’m trying to save you, my queen,” Orga replied, his eyes locked onto Sandro. He added gravely, “Leave while you still have the chance.”

The stern warning in his voice was impossible to ignore.

“Okay, this is both surprising and unsettling,” Arabella muttered, her voice tinged with surprise. She realized that despite the fact that she had thoroughly beaten Orga in their previous fight, he was trying to support her.

Sandro sneered, his gaze locked on Orga. “Who is this hideous-looking creature?” he bellowed, jabbing a finger towards him.

“That’s the oddest costume I’ve ever seen on a big guy like you.” He burst into a loud, mocking laugh.

“Come on, why the sour expression? You all have to admit he looks amusing!” Sandro glanced at Arabella and Blaze, but neither shared in his amusement.

Nevertheless, Sandro continued laughing until his delight waned, his expression turning serious once again. “I apologize, big guy, but you can’t challenge me looking like that. Undo whatever you’ve done!”

“As if!” Orga grunted. His fists clenched, muscles tensing as he advanced toward Sandro, poised to unleash his power upon him.

Before he could take any action, Arabella positioned herself in front of Orga and spoke in a low, menacing tone. “I’ll deal with the bastard myself.”

Suddenly, the air grew icy, and the world seemed to tilt slightly as if the ground beneath them had become unstable.

“What’s happening again?!” Sandro groaned, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

Arabella started moving toward Blaze. She recognized the sensation the same feeling she had experienced when she leaped into the portal, only this time it felt darker.

Before she could reach Blaze, she stumbled, crashing onto the ground, and everything went black.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself in an unfamiliar place. The ground beneath her was cold and black, while the sky above glowed in a sickly shade of green.

“Where am I now?!” Arabella’s voice rang out, the sound echoing in the dark chamber.

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Blaze felt a rush of wind as the world tilted, and suddenly, the environment around him underwent a drastic transformation. Disoriented, he looked around, attempting to regain his bearings. It was clear that everyone was equally bewildered Arabella, Sandro, and the rest.

The last thing he had seen was Arabella attempting to reach him, but an unforeseeable force had abruptly displaced them. It appeared as though the force had transported them to a different location, yet Blaze couldn’t discern where. It was as if they had entered an entirely different dimension.

One of the most intriguing aspects of being a supernatural creature was the ability to sense the energy that enveloped him keenly. However, now, it felt as if he were trapped in a vacuum.

Sandro stumbled, nearly falling to the ground, as he was suddenly whisked away to a new place. Swiftly regaining his balance, he scanned his surroundings, striving to unravel the mystery of this unique locale. Everything differed the landscape, the colors, the scents. It was a remarkable sight.

How could they have been spirited away to an unknown place without any forewarning or discernible reason? Sandro’s instincts told him that this was a trap; he needed to remain on high alert.