In the Rain Realm, Witch Macedon dragged her badly wounded body back into her Dharma Realm. She looked up at the Moon of Evolution in the sky, and her expression changed. That moon meant Locke's avatar could come after her at any moment. Even inside the Dharma Realm of her own Great Magic, she felt no safer.
Great Magic: Truth-Seeking—
What an overbearing Great Magic.
Fortunately, at his current level, Locke was still nowhere near the truth.
Sixteen Second-Ring Rain Prayers asked Witch Macedon, "Witch Queen, how are you? Your wound—heavens, what powerful magic."
One Rain Prayer cast rain spell after rain spell, but no matter how the water washed over the wound in her abdomen, it would not heal. Powerful Life Magic filled it: the power of the first Jungle formed by the Heavenly Painting Paulownia and the Great Demon Sword Tiger Orchid Dragon Sparrow. These wizards had not even reached the Second Ring. They had no way to dispel it.
Witch Macedon told the sixteen Second-Ring Rain Prayers, "I fell into a trap and suffered a serious injury. Everyone, the Rain Realm is no longer safe. Recall every Rain Prayer currently fighting the empire. Follow the formation I'm giving you and form the Three-Thousand Rain-Witch Formation. Guard me. If Locke Augustine or any other wizard breaks in, kill them without exception. Resist with everything you have."
A formation diagram spread from the cabbage skiff beneath her feet toward the other skiffs on the Heavenly River. Skiff after skiff became an anchor for the formation, which drew on the Spiritual Breath flowing through the river.
Many aquatic cabbages also grew on the riverbed. Normally responsible for regulating and storing Spiritual Breath, they now supported the Three-Thousand Rain-Witch Formation as well.
Witch Macedon sat in the cabbage skiff at the