The scenery of the Ghost River was not unpleasant. It possessed a distinctive Gothic beauty: jagged mountains that looked both naturally formed and carefully carved, river rapids illuminated in multicolored light by fluorescent stones produced in the Witch World beneath the water, dilapidated manors and wheat fields, and strange, ominous Sky Islands. Together, they created a quintessential beauty of ruin.
The enormous river stretched beyond sight, with neither bank visible to the left or right. Even a colossal carrier airship hovering above it looked like a rubber yellow duck floating in a hot spring.
Despite its sheer size and length, travelers heading through it to other worlds actually enjoyed the acceleration and convenience of crossing over a hundred meters with each step. This was also part of the wormhole effect. The Ghost Witches seemed to greatly enjoy this characteristic and had been developing and utilizing it all along, successfully taking the lead in the world and surpassing other witch races.
"It should take around three days to reach the exit near the designated location. The Ghost Witches used the lives of nearly six million servant soldiers to forcibly establish a forward rest stop. That casualty count is still rising. The advantage necromantic witches possess in war has been magnified considerably."
Jiang Han took notes in the cockpit. She enjoyed observing every move witches made, summarizing patterns, and trying to derive patterns from things she could not understand. She used conspiracy theories to speculate on witches' actions and instinctive behavior, or to ponder changes within witch society through the lens of conspiracy theories.
This behavior was truly infuriating.
Histeria angrily interrupted her:
"Hey!"
Her cheeks puffed up, her eyes widening almost to an anime level—the level of a cat staring wide-eyed. At the same time, intentionally or otherwise, she paused and