Back in the East corner of the Mortal Realm, on the slope of the mountainside, the trio feels the ground beneath their feet begin to shake violently. The tremors grow stronger with each passing second, sending small rocks tumbling down the slope. They hear the deafening sounds of battle erupting in the distance, a cacophony of chaos that echoes through the valleys.
The all too familiar booming sounds of attacks being lobbed at each other fill the air, each explosion resonating like thunderclaps. These are not ordinary skirmishes; these are powerful assaults capable of altering the very landscape. Both Aidan and Athena turned pale as if they had seen ghosts but knowing them, they were currently living in a nightmare they couldn't wake up from.
The battle against the Witch has begun.
Who will win? Who will lose? Why does that matter?