Klein felt the witch's floral perfume and the warmth of her body pressed against his. Despite his warrior's strength, he was unable to move. Walpurga's physical power, reinforced by centuries of ancient magic, was overwhelming.
Walpurga remained motionless for a moment. Her blue eyes softened, losing their arrogant gleam for a deep melancholy. She loosened her grip but did not get up.
"You remind me of someone..." she finally said, her voice now only a whisper. "Someone who also thought he could carry the world on his shoulders."
'She's talking about Konstantine...' thought Klein, sensing the sadness emanating from her.
"Konstantine was a fool," she continued, her fingers almost brushing Klein's face. "He created monsters to save humanity, and he ended up betrayed by his own creations. I was there that day."
She finally stood up and sat at the edge of the lake, staring at the silvery reflections of the water.
