"As those figures raised their hands and waved at us... every witch in the Witch Cult died."
Having said this, the witch in the blue dress could no longer contain her grief. She covered her face with her hands, and waves of sobbing seeped out from beneath them.
"..."
A stretch of Dead Silence-like silence passed through the dim conference room. Then the Grand Duke of Blood spoke in a deep voice:
"Every one of them died?"
"Yes..."
The other witch's face could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but the corners of her lips had not curved downward in sorrow at this tragedy. Instead, they were faintly raised.
"..."
Another chilling silence followed. Many people in the conference room erupted with powerful forces, trying to escape.
The hell did she mean, every one of them died? Then what were these two witches standing before them? Was this a ghost story?
Ghost stories that could spread through the Extraordinary world usually represented conflicts and distortions involving power at the level of Sequence Zero. Only power at that level could endure through the ages and remain incomprehensible even to Extraordinary beings.
For example, the rules of the Raging Sea—disobeying them could doom even angels.
Or the bizarre story told by these two witches just now—all the angels of the Witch Pathway were in the Witch Cult!
But by the time they realized it, it was already too late. The ceiling was ripped away, and drifting paper ash fell through the hole overhead. The sky glowed a hazy gray, just like in the witch's story.
Everything before this had already come true. So next would be...
"Don't look."
The Grand Duke of Blood shut his eyes directly. Yet within the darkness, a crimson feminine figure became clearer and clearer.
Why? He