Black Prison Castle.
Night shrouded this pitch-black world like a heavy block of iron, pressing down on every conscious mind.
Su Shijun stood before a tall floor-to-ceiling window in the castle, gazing at the inky world outside. Her eyes shifted slightly. She felt as though she were looking at a primordial beast squatting beneath a black curtain, limbs spread wide as it gazed down upon this land steeped in decay and death with savage insolence.
Ever since she had set foot in this castle.
Yet at the same time, the witch could clearly sense the deathly stillness belonging to Black Prison slowly receding. Vigorous Life Force from elsewhere was descending gradually from some unseen place, seeping into that blackness and making this world increasingly "lively."
Milton and Hun Buyu's explanation of the magical war had given her a better understanding of where that "liveliness" came from—but she did not know whether it was a good thing. After becoming an Archwizard, she had gained a deeper reverence for "time." Thus, the way both sides in the war freely manipulated the Timeline deeply worried her.
Perhaps that was why the Alliance had always been particularly cautious when considering the option of "war."
Perhaps sensing the witch's unease.
Hun Buyu suddenly raised an arm and placed his hand on Milton Karen's shoulder.
"What?"
Holding a wineglass, the vampire glanced sidelong at the ghost. "I'm not interested in ghosts."
That sort of quip was not funny at all.
Hun Buyu shook his head slightly and sighed.
"On the battlefield, life and death come closest together, and it is also where one can most easily see through the heart." The ghost's voice drifted vaguely, much like the meaning he intended to convey:
"Whether wizards or demons, when they face each other on the battlefield, they