The night breeze blew, and silence spread over the scene.
The wizards present were all stunned by the unfolding scenario. They momentarily forgot to continue their assault.
Meanwhile, the player's team was equally lost in a haze of stunned disbelief, not even noticing the protective barrier above them had vanished.
Less than two seconds to kill a level 20 wizard, who are these two?
"Anseni Vivian... Impossible, you can't be her..."
The White Clothed One was still trembling. Having realized the loss of his magic wand, he quickly raised a new one, pointing it shakily at the two, his appearance far from intimidating.
The familiar red robe, the scythe, the phantom scepter, and the crow... It couldn't be mistaken. This was the Calamity Witch from 200 years ago; the little girl with a scythe who had single-handedly stormed their stronghold!
The only difference was that she had a company of ten dark wizards back then, now, only these two stood.
