Great Dinesha

Eleanor wore an inscrutable smile, idly toying with a short wand in her left hand as she greeted Dinesha.

Thanks to the increasingly sophisticated arena audio pickup, the commentators could hear what they were saying.

Eleanor said:

"A ghost has returned to stand here once more, claiming her honor with gun and spell. I admire you, Miss Dinesha. I admire you greatly, Eternal Witch. Do you know? I dreamed of this scene several days ago. You standing there, and me standing here. It feels like I ought to say something more to you, but... before such a surging tide of magic, what is there left to say?"

Dinesha stood quietly where she was, her long black hair tied into long twin low ponytails. She wore a wide-brimmed bonnet, dressed entirely in black, her hands wrapped in hollow lace chiffon gloves. Long boots encased her slender thighs, while the hem of her black dress was adorned with countless black roses.

Simply standing there, she was intimidating enough.

With a flick of her hand, a rifle with the appearance of a flintlock suddenly appeared in Dinesha's grasp. Her cool, emotionless voice drifted forth:

"I, too, once foresaw your arrival, Lady Eleanor. The only unchanging outcome is that I chew upon victory and savor delight. Let us begin quickly."

[Du Lingxuan: Hey, the way those two are talking, it sounds like they've got something going on!]

[Jiang Han: Really?]

[Du Lingxuan: No, but how can it become real if I don't say it?]

The venue was a standard Eightfold Island, and the distance between the two was also the standard range for witch spellcasting.

As the fireball launched by the referee struck the ground, Eleanor and Dinesha simultaneously leaped backward at astonishingly similar, astonishing speeds. In midair, both witches blanked out for a