Once it was just me and the witches, my expression turned grave.
Looking at the witches, I asked earnestly, âThe time has come to mend the rift.
Are you all prepared?â
Debraâs POV:
The witchesâ expressions became serious.
They looked up at me with determined eyes.
âWe are ready.
Just say the word, and we can begin at any time!â
Their faces showed resolve, and their voices were strong.
In that moment, they appeared as warriors ready for battle, unflinching, their eyes sparkling with intense light.
I knew that they, like me, were fully prepared to confront any danger without hesitation.
âThank you, everyone!â
A genuine sense of gratitude washed over me, warming my heart.
Unlike the Alphas who prioritized tribal interests and engaged in dubious dealings, these brave, selfless witches were the real heroes deserving of admiration.
Repairing the rift was not their duty, but they willingly stepped forward to take responsibility out of genuine generosity.
I bowed slightly, expressing my deep gratitude.
âThank you for being here to risk your lives to protect our world.
â
âItâs alright.
This is what weâre here for.
â
The witches returned the smile.
I looked over the crowd, took a deep breath, and announced, âLetâs begin now.
â
We each moved into our designated spots.
I positioned myself at the center, facing the rift, while the other witches formed concentric circles around me.
As I said âBegin,â we all concentrated our energy, focusing our power at the rift.
This mysterious rift seemed like a bottomless pit, and even with significant effort, there was no change.
I frowned in frustration.
If things kept up Like this, we could not be able to fix it.
What would be our next move? Missing this chance could make future repairs harder, and the Alphas of other packs would definitely be more cautious.
The longer we waited, the bigger the rift would get.
So it was better to repair it this time.
With determination, I shouted, âCome on, everyone, just a bit more strength! We need more power for the rift to start closing!â