The witch ultimately did not take out the Law book.
She stood at the doorway, light pouring in from behind her, leaving a narrow and dense shadow across the threshold, slanting sharply toward the elder wizard seated on one side of the room.
The elder wizard anxiously tugged at his beard.
Silence enveloped the conference room.
Except for the ticking of the clock, there was no other sound to be heard.
After a brief pause, the witch lifted her foot and stepped into the room.
Click, clack, click.
Her long gown dragged across the floor, resembling a surging tide, while the sharp sound of her heel striking the surface was akin to the drumbeat before the commencement of battle.
