The next day, on the floating platform outside Jiang Han's home.
Jiang Han saw a hexagonal city lifted by four floating platforms parked in the nearby airspace. It was enormous—just the floating platforms around it were several times larger than the Sky Island where her home stood.
The city at its center had outer walls roughly five meters high, an outer-ring inner wall seven meters high, and both the inner ring's outer and inner walls exceeding ten meters. At the very center stood three tall ivory towers, with an extremely high witch tower built in the middle of them.
The breathtaking sight drew quite a few witches over on broomsticks to peek at it, while others pretended to be passing by as they flew near the floating city.
A moment later, the floating city's enormous gates slowly opened. Clouds of mist surged out, and a three-masted sailing ship emerged from within.
After leaving the floating city, its heavy hull suddenly dropped about a meter before slowly rising to float once more.
Wrapped in clouds that gradually turned black, it pulled up alongside the floating platform. A pontoon bridge of black mist extended from its deck and settled onto the platform.
Floating cities, one of the witches' weapons for conquering other worlds, and the Doomsday Clock Tower, a weapon that could be called the witches' ultimate instrument of final battle... It was said that after six Archwitches charged the Doomsday Clock Tower, it could toll once, focusing absolute magical power upon any location to artificially create an irreversible space suitable for witches to survive in... Jiang Han sighed. Honestly, the witch race had incurred no small amount of blood debt in other worlds.
Only at home would creatures captured from other worlds be sent off to work and given labor permits.