Although the tower's flames were pale, they were as dazzling as fireworks.
The people gathered together, gazing at the attic burning with pure fire, cheering and celebrating.
Excitement, agitation, and hope shone brightly on every face.
They knew that this was the birth of a new witch, and the continuation of Harmony Island.
That brand-new Divine Child would control the pure fire, cleanse the Corrupted Ones from Harmony Island, and protect everyone.
The people sang songs, sincerely rejoicing at the Divine Child's succession.
They had seen the new Divine Child earlier: short black hair, amber eyes, young and beautiful. They believed that this Divine Child would surely shelter them and bring a sliver of light to this gloomy end of the world.
Beneath the branches of the Divine Cherry Tree, Bao Bao watched the tower burning with flames, her expression solemn.
"Is this what losing feels like?"
she murmured to herself.
"I personally changed her clothes, sent her up to the attic, and locked the door. I could clearly hear her pleas, her despair, and her curses. I witnessed her death with my own eyes."
Beside her, Lu Ban looked at Bao Bao, then at the cheering crowd.
This deception would continue for many years, until Harmony Island was destroyed.
One young girl after another would be burned by the pure fire, becoming fuel for the Divine Cherry Tree.
Under Bao Bao's witness, the little witch's death had become an unerasable, unalterable fact. No existence could rewrite it—not even she herself.
She could not even fabricate an imaginary existence to accompany her.
Lu Ban had initially thought Bao Bao was merely a spectator looking for fun, just saying things for amusement. He had not expected her to become so deeply immersed in her role.
Perhaps all the Outer Gods were