Late that night.
On the edge of Banquet Forest within the autonomous state, Aiden and Deborah stood in the enveloping mist with lanterns in hand, waiting.
In front of them, the murderous doppelganger was tightly bound by chains made from mercury amalgam automaton, and the "Wordless Codex" ensured she had no way to resist or escape using divine words.
"It feels rather eerie, doesn't it?" Deborah whispered.
"The forest of Banquet is filled with a mist that can disorient people, along with monsters raised by witches. No villages are nearby, no hunters willing to approach, not even fugitives wanted by the law would come here," Aiden explained. "This place isn't just the residence of the top witch Abigail, it is also where the witches' gathering is convened."
