As the Disaster Witch spoke, the scene from that day slowly unfolded before everyone...
At the time, the Witch Cult's headquarters had suddenly been cut off into another stretch of time and space.
If it had been any other faction, they might not have noticed the problem immediately. But which of the higher-ups of the Witch Pathway had not dealt with the Mirror World for centuries upon centuries?
The most sophisticated Mirror Worlds were nearly identical to the outside world. Only slight discrepancies in time and space set them apart, and witches adept at grasping such details naturally detected the spatial changes at once.
The Witch Cult's headquarters had come under attack?!
What kind of absurd fantasy was this?
Did the enemy not know that the Primordial Witch was sleeping here?
Or perhaps... had the Seven Orthodox Gods suddenly gone mad and decided to wipe out the Primordial Witch, bringing their churches here to attack directly?
Without acting rashly, the Gray Holy Maiden, Judith, the Witch Cult's pope, immediately dispatched her many daughters and granddaughters. Some were tasked with constantly monitoring the Primordial Witch, while the rest prepared to face the enemy with her.
Yet before the witches could finish their preparations, they discovered that this world had already changed completely.
Looking outside through the doors and windows, they saw neither clouds nor the sun nor any celestial body in the sky. There was only an expanse of gray. Ashes from countless burned sheets of paper drifted down from an unknown height above, while the ground was likewise covered in a thick layer of ash.
The changes in the Mirror World were even stranger. It had been completely shrouded in ominous red light. Everything within sight carried an eerie crimson hue, making the witches swiftly retreat, unsure whether they should