"Oh?"
Meng Chao asked with great interest, "In the Holy Light Land, are there many people unwilling to serve the Holy Light?"
"Of course. Although the Holy Light shines upon every inch of land and every living thing in the world, there are still those unwilling to admit that they are merely a beam of light, or even a phantom; there are still those unwilling to accept the Holy Light Temple's deception and manipulation; there are still those unwilling to pray to the Holy Light and become mindless slaves just to wield a pitiful shred of power!"
As Ice Storm spoke, her eyes gradually brightened, and she thrust out her chest proudly. "For example—witches!
"Witches and mages are different. Did you know that?"
"Well..."
Meng Chao gently pressed his temples, which throbbed wildly.
Through Ice Storm's words, he kept unlocking and piecing together fragments of memories from his previous life buried deep within his brain.
In his previous life, when he had been a Phantom Assassin, one of his most important missions in infiltrating the Holy Light Land had been to secretly contact, connect with, and support opponents of the Holy Light Temple.
Witches were one of the most important opposition forces within the Holy Light Faction.
Thus, as Ice Storm explained, Meng Chao's understanding of witches from his previous life gradually surfaced in the depths of his mind.
Ice Storm was right.
On the surface, witches and mages both possessed incredible Superhuman Power. They could gather frost and flames at will, shatter rock and steel, plant bizarre illusions deep inside intelligent beings' minds, and even summon blazing meteor showers that could instantly destroy a mechanized force armed to the teeth.
But the sources of their power were different.
The source of a mage's power was the Holy Light itself.