The Devil's Cursed Witch novel Chapter 333

In the city of the Wood Elves, Ronan.

Inside the largest tree residence in the central part of the city, the High Elder of the Wood Elf Clan was in the middle of making an elixir. The elderly elf was sitting on the floor, her wrinkled face in deep concentration, a weak glow surrounding her body as she prepared to use her spiritual power to purify the essence of the ingredients she prepared.

In front of her, clay pots containing various precious herbs were placed with visible care, some freshly plucked leaves, while others included barks and roots grounded to fine powder. Contrary to how witches make their potions by placing heavy emphasis on the combination of rare ingredients, elves place more emphasis on the herbs itself, on bringing out the essence of the plants using their earth-attribute power, and turning them into elixirs.

As Leeora finished her meditation, she began the process of refining herbs. A portion of the prepared herbs from the pots flew up in the air and they arranged themselves to float in the air in the form of a perfect circle in front of the elf. With her eyes closed, her hands moved in front of her chest, her palms moving in a circular fashion facing each other.

The herbs in front of her mimicked the movement of her hands, and wrapped by the elf's magic, each of their essences took the form of a pure white energy that sparkled in the air, and under the guidance of her hands, that refined essence moved towards one of the empty bottles sitting on the side.

Once that white energy entered the small bottle, its lid closed on its own.

Leeora didn't open her eyes and prepared to make another elixir. Once again, she repeated the same procedure as another portion of the herbs from the pot flew into the air. Just as she began wrapping them with her magic, her concentration fluctuated. Leeora's brows knitted as something flashed in front of her eyes.

A basket overflowing with freshly-plucked herbs…

The sky turning dark…

Heavy clouds, flashes of lightning…

lDripping blood, a glint of a weapon's blade—

A person being stabbed.

With a loud gasp, Leeora opened her eyes. She did not even pay attention to the ruined sludge in front of her, or the broken pots and withered herbs that received the brunt of her magic's outburst.

The elf was still in shock, finding it difficult to breathe, her chest heaving up and down laboriously.

'A premonition?'

She placed her hand on her loudly beating heart, and even though she was trying to calm herself, the sense of impending doom continued to suffocate her.

'Something bad is going to happen. Something really bad.'

As she thought about it more, her intuition was telling her this was not something she should overlook.

The utterly shocked old elf shivered at what it might imply, but given her wisdom due to her old age, she was able to calm herself.

"I…I need to pay a visit to the one who can clear my doubts," the High Elder mumbled as she stood up from her place. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}