The secret treasures of folded spaces were all accumulated over tens of thousands of years, then harvested by witches through particular means.
Jiang Han wiped the faint sheen of sweat from her forehead and neck, let out a breath, and felt every inch of her skin relax. Those beautiful Eternal Ice Eyes of hers could also feel the soothing comfort, as though even her eyeballs were being warmly massaged—an odd description, but that was exactly how Jiang Han felt. Even her eyes seemed to be getting a massage.
Dense magic power had nearly condensed into liquid, dripping from the stalactite-like crystals overhead in the Crystal Cavern into the warm springwater.
That magic power was expanding the magic within the witches' bodies.
Jiang Han watched as each of her little sisters sweated profusely yet remained full of spirit while playing their tabletop RPG board game. She wanted to play too, but it seemed her luck had already been drained dry by "enhancement." Even though the other girls were rolling 80s and 90s—rolls that were practically failures—her rolls of 99 and 100, catastrophic failures, still got her game piece dismembered. She exited this round of the tabletop RPG board game in first place.
This is too miserable... My luck is obviously great. It feels like witches' luck likes to balance itself out. If you gain a huge benefit, then your luck turns horribly bad in some trivial matters afterward... Jiang Han saw Kraken roll a 99 as well. Her cute pretty-boy character piece was immediately torn alive by the boss.
Kraken pursed her lips, shook her head, and let out a gurgling sigh.
She swam over to Jiang Han's side. Together, they rested their stacked hands on a wooden board, their chins atop it as they looked out at the empty sea.