Celestia Fawkes was startled by the sudden turn of events, looked around, but saw nothing, and asked in confusion, "Great Witch, what's wrong?"
"My magical poison is missing!"
Ignatius Phoenix's tattoo-covered face twisted even more fiercely.
Her bony fingers suddenly grabbed the ugly doll on the altar, screaming in a hoarse rage, "Who dares to steal this old hag's Golden Silkworm King?"
Luna Sutton held her breath, tightly wrapped in the Invisibility Cloak, slowly edging towards the door along the wall.
Celestia Fawkes frowned, turned around wanting to check outside, only to nearly bump into her.
Her heart skipped a beat, she quickly sidestepped, accidentally stepping on the corpse of a Crimson-banded Serpent on the ground.
The slippery feel made her feel sick, almost tripping, but she managed to regain her footing in time.
But she still made a sound.
Celestia Fawkes heard the noise, looked over cautiously: "What was that noise?"
