The harpy screeched, but instead of anger or hunger, it was something different. Her eyes had completely left Orion and his classmates and were fixed on something below them. Something that was moving toward them. Orion didn’t even need to look down to know who it was. It made sense, considering she occupied the entire seventh floor, and her office had windows that directly overlooked the field they had been flying over. Still, he couldn’t help himself. At any other time, he wouldn’t have taken his gaze away from the very dangerous predator floating just a few feet away, but the harpy was no longer a concern. Not with High Priestess Seraphina there. She is flying without a broom, Orion noted idly. I would have thought it’d ruin the image of a witch, but somehow, she’s scarier like this. Indeed, Seraphina made a formidable sight. There was no great halo of power; no roar escaped her lips. And yet, her eyes burned with a terrible light, and even Orion, the last believer in the coven, felt a sense of awe building within him. “The flock has broken the treaty, then, for a Matriarch to attack us,” she murmured. Her voice was soft as silk, reaching everyone without needing to shout. It was as if the air couldn’t help but bow to her desire to be heard. [Verification Principle] informed Orion that it wasn’t even an active spell; it was simply a consequence (...)