“The witch of the barren land has been defeated?” Echoed a voice. It’s tone, mixed between wrath and wonder, shook the surrounding air, making it hard to breathe.
A crow, silky raven feather covering it’s abnormally huge body, was trembling in fear in front of the owner of the voice as it bow down it’s head. Though the beauty of the owner of the voice parallels to none, the crow couldn’t dare shift it’s read beady eyes to her.
Ezel’s two pair of eyes eyed down on that black crow. In those beady black gaze, hinted a look of curiosity as she quietly stared at it, wordlessly demanding explanation.
“The witch of the barren land… Is reported to be killed by a group of beings. There are about five of them in total, with four of them being mortals, and one of them is the guardian spirit of the
