Within the immense vortex of magic, hundreds of ghost witches floated.
Large numbers of ghost trains were created, loaded with box after box labeled "Desserts," and driven into the heart of the vortex.
Eileen floated in the air, one hand resting on the hilt of the Sunlight Sword, and shouted at the ghosts with a frown:
"Witches of Ghost Castle, you have violated regional law. I must issue you a severe warning: this will result in twenty to sixty days of labor reform."
What was Xiya doing? How could she not mention something this huge... Eileen could not help sweeping an irritated gaze over the ghost witches, where she spotted Histeria wearing a smile that did not reach her heart.
Magic suddenly churned, and a terrifying force erupted from within the vortex.
Tens of millions of wraiths surged forth like a tide, radiating magic that warped the surrounding space. A pale-faced witch of exquisite beauty yet sickly appearance slowly emerged from the vortex, while tens of millions of brilliantly colored ghost butterflies paved an airborne bridge beneath her feet.
This witch... Eileen narrowed her eyes and called out loudly:
"Eve Harkins, Mistress of Ghost Castle, Witch of Fear and Death, Duchess of Virgis, Sea Siren Coral Countess, and former Great Witch."
This somewhat sickly-looking ghost witch had been Eileen's principal opponent since the final years of Olivia's era. She possessed more than fifty titles. Among ghost witches, who were naturally disinclined to act, she was a rare exception—wildly ambitious and astonishingly proactive, nearly always able to precisely seize the periods when witchly power shifted to enact her plans.
Even Angelite had grown weary of her astonishing energy. To disgust her, Angelite had deliberately granted the position of Chief Ghost Witch to Dinesha, whose vote share at the time had been