Christian | Issac | Elia
Christian didn't have the same type of magic that the witches held sway over. Christian was born of Hell, he was death and destruction born to kill other demons. He could sense the other energies but he had no way to pull them out or command them. He knew that was why the witches were there.
"It's not a natural energy or it's not something I've ever seen." He could see the spirits, death was a part of who he was. He could see the lingering spirits from the war, those were apparent. Stuck in an eternal memory of the violent death they'd all suffered.
He felt the energy right before Isaac spoke. He twirled around and stalked closer to the witch. His senses seeking and trying to find whatever it was. "What the hell?" His gaze was drawn to the trees and beyond, was something there?