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Coming out of the portal and stepping back into the Forest of Wonders Esmeray fell on her knees as she panted for breath. From not using any spell from the past months to using her powers to this extent was starting to affect her. She could feel a dull ache in her head that was a promise of a soon upcoming migraine. She was not an immortal yet and her body was not as strong as it should be. Currently, she was using a cloak spell to conceal her scent. A Glamour spell to alter her looks. . . She had created two portals in the last couple of hours and traveled four times through portals which were as exhausting for a young witch as creating a portal. Saving Vladimir from the Lycan King's blow by using a protection spell was just the cherry on the top. Long story short she was exhaust