The prince acts as quickly as possible... He tries to make the most of both the amulet and his innate magical properties.

Strong and thick plant roots that emerge from the floor wrap (like snakes) around the prince's legs and move higher and higher...

If Jason allows even a slight delay - these strange plant growths will entangle not only his legs, but his arms too.

The prince makes a quick movement with his hand back...

His palm touches his back, on which there are many bleeding wounds.

Painful. Very painful.

Then, he brings the bloody palm to his amulet...

Shimmering amulet on a silver chain...

Thick scarlet drops of blood drip onto this amulet...

The scorching heat of the amulet increases sharply!

Jason screams in intense pain - his skin seems to "melt" in the place where the amulet touches it.

However, in the prince's mind, in addition to pain, there is an unwavering volitional desire...

The desire to concentrate magical energy as much as possible in order to escape from the deadly trap.

This is a **** attempt to survive, straining the body's reserves, innate magical abilities and the power of the amulet.

A powerful flash!

A strong fiery explosion occurred in the room. Moreover, Jason was the epicenter of this explosion.

Screams of pain...

Flashes of flame...

The blast wave destroyed the furniture and created some kind of flaming chaos in the room.

The prince's clothes are smoking and burning...

The Cauldron has overturned and a vile greenish-grayish liquid is pouring out of it onto the floor...

A woman...

This insidious witch...

She was thrown back by the blast wave and hit the wall.

Now she is trying to get up from the floor and put out the tongues of flame next to her body.

However, it seems her leg is injured and she won't be able to move quickly for now.

"You pathetic little bastard! You won't survive anyway..." - her clawed hand reaches out towards the prince.

A small greenish sphere bursts out of her fingers and flies straight into Jason's face.

The prince barely managed to duck...

A nasty, caustic acid falls on the wreckage of the cabinet, making a disgusting hissing sound and corroding the wood (which is burning in several places at once).

The prince looks down and sees that the strong and thick plant roots (which were holding his legs) are now engulfed in flames and writhing in agony, no longer able to entwine the prince's body.

Trying to endure the pain, Jason turns towards the place where the door was (now there are only smoking debris) and runs out of the room.

He tries to knock the flames off his clothes as he runs.

Smoke...

The prince coughs.

However, he still manages to run out of this terrible tree-house.

The darkness of the night magical forest...

However, flashes of fire penetrate from inside the "house", which slightly illuminate the area.

The tree roots writhe like giant snakes...

Jason runs trying to jump over these tree roots...

A powerful booming sound. Something between a howl, a crackle and a hiss.

Turning around for a second, the prince notices that this witch's tree-house is slowly moving...

The huge tree turns around, still writhing with its roots.

And the prince sees on the tree trunk a disgusting semblance of a face, which exudes predatory malice.

And the prince is the target of this furious malice...

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This monster tree is huge! It can just crush me!" - rapid thoughts in Jason's head, while he tries to run away from this terrifying place as fast as possible.

It's very dark...

A little more and the prince will stumble over tree roots in the darkness...

Jason intuitively pronounces the words of the spell, straining his will in an effort to see through the darkness.

As if a dozen needles were digging into every sensitive point of his body...

Tears and cries of pain...

The prince stumbles over something and falls, tumbling on the dirty ground.

However, the next moment Jason realizes that the spell has succeeded - he can now see in the darkness of the night forest.

Trees, tree roots, bushes, thickets of ferns, strange fireflies...

All this is now visible to his gaze in gradations of gray.

Rising quickly to his feet, the prince continues to run away.

"I think I remember the approximate direction... Sacred grove... I need to get there before the monsters of the dark forest eat me..." Jason thinks, quietly groaning because of the burns and wounds.

After a couple of dozen minutes of running along a narrow path, the clearing with the house of the cunning and cruel witch is left behind...

However, the prince's vision (temporarily enhanced by a recent spell) manages to notice several vague silhouettes hiding in the bushes ahead.

It is not yet clear who it is.

But the experience of the horrific events that have taken place makes Jason expect the worst...

His back hurts...

There are many wounds from the witch's claws...

Burns all over his body...

But the path to the goal is not yet complete.

This magical dark forest of Avalon Woodlands is an extremely dangerous and unpredictable place...

Should the prince now again strain the rest of his strength and use magic?

Or is it better for him to try to negotiate with those who are hiding near this path?