Chapter 140: End of a long night (2/2)
There, deep in a crater, Kali, laid on the ground with one arm and one eye missing while breathing with difficulty.
Meanwhile, Freya was also on the ground, but everything from below her waist was erased. It was even a miracle that she was still alive.
The only one who could stand was Medea, but it was more because she could rewind her wound. Still, if the fight had lasted longer, she would be emptied.
Contrary to what people might think, the fights between the four directions weren't pleasant in any way and in fact would be quite deadly to anyone else.
Of course, the reason they could fight like this was thanks to Medea and Persephone.
”You really did a number to each other.”
All of them turned their head toward the direction of the voice and immediately paled once they found the one who uttered those words.
”Mother.”
Contrary to most witches who had appearance varying between pre-teen to teen, the one appearing in front of them was a tall and mature beauty, seemingly in her mid-twenty, wearing a short entirely white robe that showed her beautiful long and fair legs as well as her cleavage.
Under her large white hat, her long black hair swayed in the wind, giving her an even more ephemeral beauty.
Her beauty aside, her most striking feature was the insignia of a snake eating its own tail on the back of her two hands.
The woman, Ambrosia, slowly advanced toward Milia and gently cupped her face in her hand, ”It has been a while dear daughter, how have you been?”
Medea was about to answer when she was interrupted by Freya,
”Hello, I am dying here, ok? Couldn't you like, you know, do your things later when I am not laying down with half of my body gone?”
It was surprising how she could talk and joke like that, but she wasn't worried.
*Chuckle*
”Indeed, I should heal you. As for you, ” Saying so she turned toward Kali who turned her remaining eye away.
Watching her daughter act like this, Ambrosia left no comment.
”*Sigh* Well, let's do this.”
Holding her hand in front of her, the snake tattoo in the back of her hand began to shine before a large black book appeared at the top of her hand.
<<Avatar: Record of Akasha>>
The book slowly opened before the pages flipped one after another.. On each page, was the picture of a girl.
Finally, the page settled on the picture of a black-clothed white-haired girl. The perfect opposite of Ambrosia and none other than Medea herself.
<<Record of Akasha: Target Medea: Avatar, Chronos.>>
This was the power of the thousand spells witch.
A cheat-like power that gave her the ability to record and use the power of absolutely all the witches in the world.
A large magic circle opened and covered all the devastated region that spanned a few kilometers. Then slowly, time began to shift backward.
”Well then, repairing all the damage you caused and healing you will take time. Medea, why don't you tell me everything that happened while I was absent. Especially by telling who gave you the resolve to escape your golden prison.”
”But…”
”Do not worry. Your prince is alright. Now, tell the story. I am really curious as to why you went after the descendant when it ended badly with the ancestor.”
Medea cringed at the way this sentence was phrased.
The night promised to be very long and awkward.