Ask, under the starry sky there was a beauty, her black hair like eternal night, bright eyes sparkling like stars, her powerful magic made the world tremble, her supreme beauty made all creatures submit, who was this beauty? "That's right, it's me, the Witch King, Dorothy!" ps: The original title is "Armed Witch." This is a slow-burn story, not for those who dislike a slow pace. Not for those who dislike a slow pace! Not for those who dislike a slow pace!
Although Dorothy was already half-dead from exhaustion, as long as she did not express or show that fatigue, her pretense was, in fact, still perfect.
At least for now, the young girls around her all wore expressions of astonishment as if they had seen a deity, and even the three witches were no exception.
This ability to speak a word and cause celestial changes, reversing decay to prosperity, was truly awe-inspiring and easily led one to think of the miracles performed by deities in various myths.
Although witches were often considered deities by otherworldly races, they knew their own limits. Only the top-tier powerhouses could genuinely be regarded as deities, and until they themselves reached that level, they were merely witches, bound to act within their capabilities.