"Hiss... What kind of crappy mirror is this, is it broken?"
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Dorothy couldn't help but gasp in shock, disbelief filling her face beneath the mask.
In the end, she couldn't resist her curiosity and tried looking into this Conscience Devil's Mirror, but the image it reflected was indeed something she couldn't accept.
What appeared in the mirror was an extraordinarily tragic starry battlefield, where countless warships churned between worlds, and warriors of various races justly spread the seeds of destruction across the universe.
In the center of this massive fleet, aboard a colossal world warship comparable to an entire world, sat a Dragon Witch in her central Royal Palace, reclining on her throne, obscured in face. Next to the throne was an entourage of beauties, each a nation-toppling beauty, indescribably charming.
