Kraken!
Kraken, one of the Great Witches!
She was a living historical figure, a living legend, a controversial Great Witch who would remain controversial well into the future.
She had been born in Versailles, yet her bloodline came from a German witch. In the end, however, she had chosen to travel thousands of miles to China and become a household name—a good sister, a good comrade.
Her maternal mother had been a typical **, while her paternal mother had been one of the most notorious Gestapo agents in the world. She was the daughter of war criminals.
Any one of those descriptions of this great witch could spark endless arguments among witches:
"Why did she betray her own bloodline and nature?"
"Why did she develop such a fervent interest in the magical wasteland of that era?"
"Why did she travel all the way to China and devote herself to building a Marxist state?"
Among witches, who prided themselves on rationality, such behavior—defying common sense, acting entirely on emotion, and ultimately succeeding—was called a miracle. For Jiang Han, witnessing a miracle was especially staggering. Chen Ligu beside her was no better off, her eyes wide with shock. Though they had known the honorary principal was Kraken, the reality was still nearly incomprehensible.
Magical radiance emanated from Kraken.
On the radar, the other woman's overwhelming strength, which she could not even be bothered to conceal, was clearly visible.
The Great Witch's figure lingering on Jiang Han's retinas had even undergone a certain distortion under the pressure of magic too powerful to bear.
Her power was more substantial, more magnificent than Lilith's.
Her traits were more tangible, more exaggerated than Lin Zhaojun's.
Jiang Han could not help comparing the two strongest witches she knew to the woman before her. At the same time,