Anwei let out a scream, then awakened from her meditation... Witch meditation was very different from that of wizards. Law Magic required wizards to bind their rampaging mana with Law Lines in preparation for a day of spells. It was dangerous work, requiring ample rest and a quiet environment. But witches' power came from
the projection of mana in Vonder—the Twelve Rings of magical moons (some said there were thirteen, including the Black Moon). The first witches had built a kingdom of witches in this Shadow World—Brunson. It was a realm where pure mana and spirit intertwined. It did not exist in the Material World, but every witch had to immerse her soul
in it. During the day, they moved through the real world; at night, they entered this witches' kingdom through their dreams, whispering and communicating within the spiritual realm.
But the world of shadows was more absurd and dangerous than reality. In that world of layered dreams, the slightest mistake could cause one's mind to become lost in the depths of darkness. Thus, witches carefully guarded their own domains. They used meditation to calm themselves. It was an important ritual that could rarely afford failure. Once it failed, the consequences would be extremely
severe.
"Kurul!" the witch cried out in a rage that cut to the bone. "You damned—!"
Several young witches rushed in from outside the tent and stared in panic at Anwei, whose hair was disheveled. Anwei pointed at them and shouted, "Hurry! Kill that cat!" Outside the tent stood a curved maple-wood frame, from which hung a golden-wire cage. A Black Cat was inside, restlessly pacing in circles. Its back was
arched, its fur stood on end, and its green eyes glared at the corner of the tent. Baring its fangs, it let out one