The darkness-enshrouded witch took her time before answering.

Darkness enshrouded because I couldn’t see any clothing material on the figure floating in the air a couple of feet away from us. Only darkness. Pulsing darkness from her head to toe—bodily features I couldn’t even see.

The darkness formed a cloak around her, even making a hood over her head and boots around her legs. You just couldn’t see any of her bodily features, not even her eyes.

From our perspective, she was looking at the floor, if the inclination of the hood was any indication, but I knew she was staring right at me.

I was tempted to take my...