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Chapter 11
Warrick’s POV When I reach the border I see them. There are 15 witches, half the size of a normal coven standing outside our border. They were just standing there. My warriors were standing there waiting for the witches to cross the border, trying to push the witches by occasionally throwing some magic at them. The witches just swatted the magic away like it was a minor inconvenience, a bug if you will. A few warriors were groaning on the ground. I looked toward Henry questioningly. “I thought you said they were attacking?” I ask. He shrugs. “I was told that they were causing trouble and some warriors were wounded. They made it seem urgent.” He said. I roll my eyes and walk towards the border, eyeing the witches. There is a man who is around 6ft and bulky. He is standing slightly in f
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