The wind created by the flapping of the butterfly's wings was quietly blowing to every corner of the world.
But on the other side.
Little Butterfly, who still knew nothing about this, was currently in a dilemma that belonged only to her.
After the curse fusion was destroyed, the " Witch of True Flame " costume was forcibly removed, and the witch costume returned to its original state. Vivian finally regained control of her body.
However, in the end, as if she was about to leave, the voice of the Red-armored Witch once again echoed in Vivian's mind, leaving four words intermittently.
"Eighth level…Shrine..."
Although she did not say anything else, Vivian understood what she meant. She hoped that she could go to this place.
However, the little girl did not have much time to think, because the situation that was about to get out of control was Vivian's biggest headache.
Dong dong dong!
The ground trembled slightly again.
