Pitch-black clouds churned overhead, like waves overturned upon the earth, suffocating all beneath them.
A pale streak of light tore through the night, ripping apart the heavy black clouds before falling onto the open ground before Black Prison Castle. From the wind came the faint, heavy explosions of Guardian Knights swinging their lances.
In the far distance, specks of red light flickered briefly through the darkness like meteors in the night sky. They were the faint glow of underground magma secretly dug out by prisoners wandering Black Prison.
Su Shijun stood before the enormous floor-to-ceiling window with her arms folded, frowning at the monotonous, oppressive view outside.
Her broad cloak draped over the carpet, concealing her slender figure and blocking two prying gazes.
Milton and William stood to either side behind the witch, eagerly courting her favor without caring about her indifference. Su Shijun could do little about it. She could hardly gouge out the eyes of two Senior Councilors of the Under the Moon Council over such a trivial matter.
Compared to the buzzing chatter beside her ears, the witch was more concerned about the atmosphere within Black Prison.
She always felt that, beyond the darkness, this world held an inexplicable sense of restraint that was slowly awakening and steadily growing stronger with time.
It made her feel like a little bug caught in a spiderweb.
From the moment she had arrived in Black Prison until now, that sense of restraint had only grown stronger.
So strong that the four fox tails behind her had tensed into solid forms. An Archwizard's intuition screamed warnings through her sea of consciousness, urging her to stay away from this world—though the witch did not know whether that intuition came from Black Prison itself or the war about to erupt.
"The calm before