Outside the Arena, a group of people watched the battle unfold in what seemed like a miniature world.
Dorothy, protective of her sister, practically pressed herself against the transparent isolation barrier, while Adam beside her also watched the unfolding scene with a concerned gaze, hardly daring to blink.
On the other hand, the two adult witches were quite composed.
"Who do you think will win?"
The petite stepmother was the first to speak, shifting her gaze from the field to gauge the reactions of her peers.
"Of course, Sophia."
The tall Dragon Witch kept her eyes on the field, did not turn her head, but replied almost without hesitation.
"Heh, is that how little you think of your daughter? How much do you even know about Dorothy?"
The Dragon Witch's response disappointed Annie. The stepmother shook her head and continued to watch the field, but her tone became somewhat sarcastic.
"This is not about looking down on her. I'm just stating facts."