The atmosphere within the castle was tranquil and solemn, David's gaze was fixed on Annie.
She sat beside an ancient crystal table, surrounded by various odd magic materials and runes for enhancing spiritual power.
All these were prepared for her impending transformation.
Annie closed her eyes, her long hair glimmering with a faint sheen under the dim candlelight.
She took a deep breath, gradually immersing her mind deep within her heart.
As her consciousness deepened, she could feel her spiritual power surging like a vast ocean, growing more powerful with each breath.
"Now, it is time for transformation," Annie murmured to herself.
Surrounded by immense energy, she began attempting to mobilize all her spiritual power, along with the spirit contract mark within her.
In essence, she was a witch who wielded contractual power.
