Infinite Cycles of Death

Hane slowly floated in front of Subaru Natsuki and looked straight at every Witch present.

"Just as you gathered here for my foolish disciple, I came here for you. You've never seen me because I never wanted you to."

Echidna and the other Witches froze. "For us?"

A flicker of scorn crossed every Witch's eyes. Plenty of people in this world hated them, and precious few liked them. After all, Witches brought disaster wherever they went.

Did this man intend to wipe them out for good?

"So what will you do now? Snatch your disciple from us? Or are you arrogant enough to think you can kill every Witch here?"

With Echidna at their center, the Witches surrounded Hane.

"You've misunderstood me. The World Corrector you value so highly is nothing more than a hopeless idiot of a disciple to me. What I truly care about is you—and the chaotic Authorities within you. Don't you want a perfect ending? Submit to me, and I can give you everything you desire!"

"Even if that means taking away your powers!"

Every Witch went still.

"You're sure you can do that? Then try it, you blowhard!"

The short-tempered Witch of Wrath struck first. Her golden ponytail whipped around, and an instant later, her long leg came hurtling toward Hane's head.

Yet Hane simply raised a hand and blocked the kick that shook the air.

A gust swept across Hane's hair, and golden chains extended from his palm.

The chains shot through the air and wrapped around the Witch of Wrath. In the blink of an eye, she was bound tight and fell helplessly to the ground. She struggled, glaring at Hane with blazing fury.

The other Witches sprang into action, unleashing their Authorities.

Typhon, the Witch of Pride, darted forward and grabbed the