Adele Stormsong leaned on her cane and paced through the corridor. She had sensed that witch's aura.
She had come looking.
Adele herself did not know whether what she felt was pleasure or pain. It was like the feeling she got when she casually killed a few goblins yesterday to vent her frustration.
Sweet.
She gently covered her chest with one hand and let out a long breath.
At the end of the corridor, a group of elves approached alongside alien creatures.
"As you can see, the technology of us Anse Elves has confined even that witch of the witch race within space itself. This was merely a test. Next time, when we commit our full strength, we will surely blunt one of the witch's sharpest swords, one of her most beautiful lights..."
"What are you all still hesitating about? Without the Anse Elves, there would be no Nofi, no Gray Devils, nor the Solotya Titans. We have borne the brunt of the witch's firepower..."
"If you still have concerns, why not go and see the comparison between us and the witches right now? Whether militarily or economically, we lag only slightly behind. It is a gap that can be smoothed over as long as all your races work together to aid us. We need only snipe at the witches once here... There will be no better chance—the chance for a Great Witch to personally set out and be left alone."
Adele watched her colleague, who was smiling and elegantly, properly "selling" war.
Gracie Tidesong. That was her name.
Adele met her gaze, and the two nodded to each other.
If the Anse Elves fought the witches alone, defeat and extinction would be the only outcome, without exception.
But gathering every race that did not wish to see the