It was the middle of the night. The moon shone brightly, while the stars were dim.
At this hour, much of the city's neon had gone dark as well. The wind swept through the forest of steel, howling as it went.
Shen Qiu, utterly unlike how she was during daytime classes, moved through the city.
More precisely, she moved between the skyscrapers.
Witches were extraordinary beings even right after forming a contract. It could even be said that, from then on, their transformed forms were their true bodies, while their ordinary human state was merely a lock they placed upon themselves, to keep power they could not yet perfectly control from ruining their lives.
And for witches, setting aside their incredibly subjective magic, even their most basic physical abilities and all-around attributes exceeded those of ordinary people a hundredfold from the outset.
Explosive strength, reflexes, endurance—every aspect had undergone a qualitative leap from what it had once been.
Moves that could not even be portrayed in films were now as easy for her as breathing.
As for a witch's magic, it was mainly divided into two parts. One part consisted of universal spells that anyone with magical power could use.
The other part came in all manner of strange forms. Even witches contracted with the same divine hero could manifest different abilities depending on the contractor.
This portion of magic was also the source of a witch's strength.
According to Era Tree, its essence was a miraculous power born from the fusion of a divine hero's authority and the power of the human heart.
"Number Five, logically speaking, shouldn't newcomers receive training before joining the organization? Why am I being sent on a mission today when I only joined yesterday?"
As she gleefully performed cool moves she had never even