White clouds and mist swirled around Stonehenge. Miss Feliana summoned five smooth stones from afar, and the five Witches sat together beside the bonfire. Firelight illuminated their profiles as the five Demigod Witches in robes looked at Shade, who had closed his eyes.
Holding him, Miss Feliana spoke softly:
"If you're tired now, then go to sleep. May we meet again in the dream."
Hmm~
A gentle melody hummed from their noses. As Shade's consciousness gradually sank into the Dream, the Witches hummed the ballad together through their fair noses. That resonant tune was so familiar, so unforgettable:
"The princess in the castle will never understand that the freedom of walking the world is what we seek."
The five Witches sang softly as they tenderly watched Shade's profile.
"Meet a Witch at a crossroads filled with lavender. Where are you going? To gather that handful of herbs."
Miss Feliana sang alone, her lovely voice evoking the grasslands of early spring.
Amid the humming of the other four Witches, she gently kissed Shade, then handed him to Miss Olanord. She rose, stepped back, and transformed into golden motes of light before vanishing.
"Gather Snow White from the mountaintop, and behold the Sun in the depths of the desert."
Miss Olanord's voice was like wind in a forest, softly brushing the treetops. She bid farewell in her heart, then gently kissed Shade amid the humming around them. Afterward, she rose, stepped back, and scattered into golden streams of light that filled the sky.
"If you can meet us, dear girl~~"
Miss Violet took Shade and sang softly. Yet she no longer had the domineering manner of the Witch Emperor; her singing was like radiant flowers in high summer. Looking at Shade's face, she thought of their past encounter. The Witch in her