"Taboo? But people prayed and performed rituals before, and nothing terrible happened..."
Lilliat stared at the blood witch's withered bones and silently gripped the substitute doll.
"Some kind of curse?"
The Moon Witch with smoky eye makeup picked up a piece of the blood witch's bone. Countless rich colors seemed to flash through her eyes.
"Ah!"
The next instant, both her eyes exploded in succession, as though she had seen something unimaginably horrifying.
"There... there's still the power of the Age Controllers lingering here!"
The Moon Witch's eyes had become black holes stained with blood. Supported by another witch, she barely managed to stand.
She lightly brushed her forehead with a hand. A slit opened there, revealing a Vertical Eye that rolled wildly about.
As for her original wounds, they seemed incapable of ever healing again.
She picked up a crystal ball, and a voice from within her mind reached every witch: "Do not use the extraordinary abilities or magical items of 'Crimson' and 'Dark'!"
Among the Investigation Bureau group, the corners of Fiona the "Night Witch's" lips lifted slightly. A trace of night-dark gloom lingered around her fingers as she conveyed the same message to the Investigation Bureau members.
Caslow stroked the Mourning Bell on his chest and grumbled inwardly, I heard Fiona originally had some connection to the Witch Sisterhood, and even seemed to have been one of their prospective higher-ups... Looking at it now, it really is true...
"We must find the entrance to the second level before we can enter the depths of the cemetery... Let's begin."
Jacob swept a grave gaze over the Investigation Bureau agents and was the first to step into the dark crimson mist.
"Follow!"
The other organizations and unaffiliated extraordinary beings immediately followed.
To them, the mausoleum was undoubtedly fraught with