Sought After

Laughing, Sloth was still sleepy.

Even though he was bound mid-air the next second, his countenance did not change.

The invisible power shackled Sloth's body, as if an invisible giant hand had grabbed him by the back of his neck and moved him to the Witch.

The visible chin under the hood was dry and sharp, as if it was a tree branch that forked out from the trunk, trying to pierce Sloth in the head. Sloth, despite being bound by the invisible force, widened his eyes and looked down at the 'branch'.

The Witch obviously didn't like others looking at her like that.

After she bound Sloth, she floated up into the air. In the night of the harsh winter, she was like the devil that walked out from the dark, looking down on the mortal realm.

Anyone who looked at her would be frozen instantly. Sloth was an exception, because when her freezing gaze arrived, Sloth closed his eyes.