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The clock rewinds ten minutes.
The Flame Witch, Ekta, walked alone through the slum’s alley, her fiery red long wavy hair hidden beneath a nun’s wimple. Her face bore its usual expression of sorrow for life’s suffering, yet her heart swelled with delight.
She had just glimpsed her prey—a plump widow in her twenties, freshly bereaved of her husband.
Her mouth watered. Tonight, she would seize her, scorch her body with blazing flames, and savor the exquisite transformation of her soul under the searing agony of the heat.
As she indulged in these thoughts, a familiar voice called from behind:
"Ekta, you seem well."
Instantly, the Flame Witch’s mood soured. She turned, her crimson pupils flooding with disgust.
It was Sephera’s voice. In the past, this viper had mocked her relentlessly. Naturally, she held no goodwill for her.
Sephera swayed forward, her slender waist undulating like a water snake. A smile played at the corners of her mouth.
"How’s your harvest today?"
Ekta lowered her head.
"Passable. Barely enough for my needs."
"Then it’s not good, is it?" Sephera’s words were sharp but devoid of mockery this time. She sighed faintly.
"Be careful these next few days. Best not linger in the slums. See how clever Ruth is? She vowed to retrieve Sophia, yet she’s holed up in the monastery, going nowhere!"
She spoke deliberately. Though venom-tongued and fond of scorn, she was no fool.
She knew well: if even three of the remaining five witches united against her, even Theresa’s backing wouldn’t spare her future misery.
So, after publicly ridiculing one witch, she’d privately cozy up to another—feigning concern while sowing discord among them.
True to form, the Flame Witch’s brow arched. Her mind raced.
"Now that you mention it... yes. Hmm..."
She dared not speak ill of Ruth—her strength far eclipsed Ekta’s. But Sephera read her face and knew her scheme had worked.
The corners of her lips curled. She pressed on:
"And Hattie—oh, she’s busy. Heh. Have you met that white-haired human she keeps? Noticed their... peculiar scent?"
Over a month had passed, and the two had met more than once. Yet Ekta wielded Control over Fire, while Hattie was a deep-sea witch, drawn to water. With Hattie’s Strength far surpassing her own, Ekta dared not draw too close. Each time, she offered only a distant greeting before tending to her own affairs.
She had caught whiffs of something odd but dismissed it—until Sephera spelled it out. Now she realized: Hattie and that man must have—!
"Oh yes!" Sephera covered her small mouth with a light chuckle. "A highborn witch, pinned beneath some lowly human, her pale backside raised as he took her from behind. Moaning ’Master, you’re so mighty!’ with her tongue lolling and eyes rolling..."
She exaggerated deliberately, and Ekta’s face twisted in disgust. "How utterly revolting."
Sephera almost laughed out loud in her heart, but she just sighed softly: "It can’t be helped, maybe she has lived too long, so she will be infected with some Quirks."
"You go back first, I still have some things to buy. Remember what I just said, don’t enter the slums casually~"
She turned and left. In fact, she didn’t have anything to buy. She just wanted to avoid other witches seeing her and Ekta together, and avoid people suspecting her of sowing discord.
She planned to turn around and return to the monastery immediately.
Ekta gave a slight nod, committing the two matters—"Ruth is irresponsible" and "Hattie is disgusting"—to memory before heading alone toward the monastery.
Meanwhile, inside the monastery, upon hearing the news, Charles felt his heart pound wildly. "A perfect opportunity!"
His patience had long worn thin. The crisis surrounding Sophia weighed on him like a mountain, pressing down on him until he could no longer bear to wait for another chance when Sephera was absent from the monastery. Now was the time to tame the Flame Witch as well!
With that thought, he turned to Hattie and Ruth. "My dears, are you ready for another fight?"
"Absolutely!" Ruth’s expression turned stern at once. "I barely used any of my strength earlier. Taming Ekta will be no trouble at all!"
"Same here!" Hattie quickly nodded in agreement. "The Flame Witch is weak. The two of us can easily take her down!"
"Then we must seize this moment!" Charles said gravely. "Though this is rushed, we can’t afford to wait any longer. We must purify Ekta immediately!"
"Master, I’ll join you!" Andny hurriedly offered, but Charles pressed her back down. "No, you’ve only just been purified. Your strength hasn’t recovered yet. Don’t worry—Ruth and Hattie are more than enough to handle the Flame Witch!"
He patted her back reassuringly. "Rest easy. Finding Sophia’s trail will still rely on your abilities! Leave the fighting to me."
With that, he stood and began issuing orders. "Hattie, you and I will lie in wait in the bath chamber. Ruth, you go and invite Ekta to your room!"
"Mhm!" The two witches nodded in unison before springing into action. Charles and Hattie hid inside the bath chamber, where they used Create Water to conjure a large volume of icy water as traps. Meanwhile, Ruth strode alone toward the monastery’s main gate.
As fate would have it, she encountered the returning Flame Witch.
The two met, and just as Ekta was about to offer a greeting, Ruth blurted out impatiently, "Ekta, come to my room at once. There’s something I need your help with!"
Instantly, the Flame Witch’s smile faded. "What is it?"
"I’ve found something that might be a clue to Sophia’s whereabouts," Ruth recited smoothly, repeating the lie Charles had taught her. "But I’m not certain, so I wanted your expertise—you’re more familiar with fire."
The Flame Witch nearly agreed without hesitation, but at the last moment, a flicker of doubt arose in her mind: Wait, she hasn’t left the monastery in days. Where would she have found a clue?
"What exactly is it?" she pressed. "Tell me, and I’ll think it over."
Ruth faltered. She had no idea what to say. Never skilled with words, her anxiety only grew. In desperation, she reached out and seized Ekta’s wrist. "Just come to my room and see for yourself!"
The Flame Witch’s heart lurched. Her eyes flashed warily, but knowing her strength was no match, she feigned compliance and nodded lightly. "Fine. I’ll go with you."
Ruth exhaled in relief, then turned and led her down the gravel path toward her room—which now served as the monastery’s communal bath chamber.
Ekta allowed herself to be pulled along, a sense of foreboding thickening around her. Then, as Ruth pushed the door open, she declared, "See? This is what I found—"
The moment the door swung wide, thick tentacles shot out, coiling around the Flame Witch’s wrists and ankles!
Instincts screaming, Ekta’s pupils contracted. Her nun’s wimple disintegrated into ash as her fiery red, wavy hair erupted into towering flames. "Ruth, you betray me—AHHH!"
A jet of freezing water blasted from inside the room, striking her body head-on. The sudden, biting cold sent agony lancing through her, and a shrill scream tore from her throat. "AAAAHHHH—!"
Her face darkened as if charred, then glowed like burning embers. Intense heat radiated from her skin, turning the chilled water into a billowing cloud of steam—like the scalding vapor that bursts from a freshly opened kettle!
Under the blistering heat, Hattie’s moisture-dependent tentacles withered and died in seconds, their grip slackening into lifeless husks.
With a fierce yank, Ekta broke free from the shriveled restraints and whirled to flee—but in that instant, steel flashed as Ruth, lying in wait, struck.
A blade pierced through her back, exiting her chest. Already weakened, the Flame Witch shrieked in pain, the grievous wound leaving her barely standing.
"Don’t let her escape!"
Charles burst from the bath chamber, ignoring the scalding steam. His hand clamped onto her shoulder. "Purify!"
A milky glow enveloped her body entirely.
Ekta’s scream was raw with fury. She tried to retaliate with flames, but another icy torrent slammed into her, while four fresh tentacles pinned her limbs once more.
"You will PAY for this—!"
Her defiance meant nothing. As the purification’s white light invaded her soul, consciousness abandoned her. Her body went limp, collapsing into unconsciousness.
Charles exhaled in quiet relief. It had been close, but they’d purified her in the end.
Yet before he could fully relax, an enraged shout rang out. "What in the hells are you doing?!"
All three turned to see Sephera standing amid the nearby trees, her beautiful eyes wide with shock and disbelief as she stared at the scene before her.
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