The next day, the Group B group-stage matches began.
In the B7 lounge, Jiang Han sat on a long sofa before the fireplace, watching the flames continually rise as she recalled a conversation from yesterday.
"Are you confident you can defeat Lilith?"
Her answer was resolute:
"No."
"Then what about defeating Nanazawa An?"
She was just as resolute:
"No."
"Then are you just going to get a taste of the group stage and go home?"
...Jiang Han replied in a mocking tone that even she herself found hard to believe:
"Girl, don't joke like that."
What had turned her from a witch who felt a little guilty and wanted to run whenever she heard her opponent was an [Archwitch] into what she was now?
Ambitious, baring her fangs and brandishing her claws.
Even when facing a top-tier witch with tremendous prestige, she still wanted to swing her claws and tear off a piece of flesh?
What supported her? What had made her recognize ambition, recognize desire?
There were too many questions.
Too many questions that even Jiang Han herself could not answer.
She felt as though the blood inside her was surging, burning, roaring for her to possess everything.
She realized it.
"I want to win."
When Jiang Han realized this, even her breathing grew a little heavier.
She quietly shifted her gaze away from the fire—not because she feared the flames, but because she feared that her greed would devour her reason.
Cheers erupted outside the lounge, accompanied by the commentator witch's roar:
"Joan Cornipello gave her no more chances! No more chances! This match is over! The final qualification spot in Group B6 belongs to Joan Cornipello, the 1990 peak mind-control witch and 1985 peak shaping witch!"
Group B6 had finished. It was B7's