Witch Of Causality

In astonishment, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow! Is this truly the end? Have I emerged victorious?" In an instant, I found myself teleported before a weathered, dilapidated house. Curiosity compelled me to step inside, where I discovered a seemingly ordinary child—a girl with dark, black eyes, matching hair, and a nondescript brownish shirt. At first glance, she appeared unremarkable.

Yet, as the blue screen informed me, I had encountered the Witch of Causality—an esteemed figure. The screen acknowledged my significant achievement, and the witch herself acknowledged my presence. She regarded me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, remarking, "So, you're the one who emerged victorious. You're quite an eccentric individual. Most people don't possess more than five skills. How on earth do you possess nineteen?"

Her reaction was a mix of understanding and acceptance. She proceeded to request, "Allow me to review the battle replay. Ah, I see. You truly are an eccentric one, willing to go to such lengths."

Eager to know if my triumph would grant me freedom, I inquired, "So, does this mean I can finally depart this place?" To which she replied with certainty, "Certainly, you may leave. However, there is one condition—you must inherit my power. Please be aware that this process may prove fatal." Amused by her caution, I confidently retorted, "Oh, don't worry about that. Death is not an option for me."

Her response held a hint of challenge, "Ah, but this death will be beyond the reach of your avian companion." Without further ado, she extended her hand, penetrating my heart with a surging wave that coursed through my entire being.