74 Saint Witch (1/2)
”He is almost possessing him, this is very bad.” The leader of the witches cried out.
On the altar, Mboya's physique was changing. He stood up angrily. His height was currently two and a half metres, different from his usual 1.6. His dark skin was turning into grey and his eyes into green. The eyes were glaring at everyone present sending cold chills down their spines.
”It is my turn now!”
With an imposing rough voice, he roared. He lifted his right hand and wherever he pointed, destruction followed. Kuru and the others almost fainted from the shock and fear they were currently experiencing.
”Saint witch appear! Saint witch appear! Saint witch...”
Seeing everything getting out of control, the leader hurriedly stood up and loudly yowled continuously with a very course voice.
When she stopped, the fearsome creature Mboya was turning into trembled before falling with a great flump on the altar. The changes that had been occurring on him a moment ago stopped and everything that had changed in him disappeared like they were never there in the first place.
Suddenly, an elderly woman appeared dressed in a glowing red gown above the center of the altar where Mboya was currently groaning in pain from being hit by the green flames. The woman's skin was pale and her breathing was cool. The aura she emanated was ancient yet magisterial. On her face a grin never ceased to exist. She looked to be in her late sixties but judging from how she motionlessly stood above the altar effulgent with energy, she had to be a very powerful woman.
She waved her hand casually and everything that had been scourged a moment ago reverted to their original state. Kuru and the other five women stood without a single mark on their body. They were even filled with dynamism and looked ready to bring a whole city down.
”Saint witch.” All the six women bowed respectfully upon standing.
This was the Saint witch whom the leader of the witches, Moraa Nyaboke had summoned. This Saint witch was an ordinary witch several years ago. She used to work in this very compartment where Mueni and others were doing their work. Because of her determination to bring safety to mankind several years ago, the One from above could not afford to see her die. She was promoted to be a Saint and lived in the skies watching overthis compartment. If things had gone beyond the compartment's control, she was cited to descend and give a helping hand.
Of course, every department in the Hall of Righteousness had a guardian Saint up in the skies. These Saints were the Hall of Righteousness' trump cards. They were only summoned when those in the Hall had been incapacitated. If they were not there then the Hall of Righteousness would have fallen long time ago.
”Nyaboke the head witch, who was so brazen as to act so superciliously in the holy compartments of the Hall of Righteousness?” The woman in red asked coldly with an indifferent face.
”Reporting to Saint witch, the man on the altar of eradication had just been possessed by the wandering will of the Lord of darkness.” Moraa Nyaboke replied in a flash.
”Is that true?” The woman frowned before turning to the man who was covered in green flames below her.