As the wind sang mournful choruses that synchronized with the sorrowful echo of Zamiel's empty heart, an iridescent fog materialized out of thin air in the middle of the tragic setting.
As the cloudy mist cleared out, the silver witch queen along with a male white witch clad in silver armor emerged from it. Her luminescent presence unfurling in the shadows suddenly provoked a radiant aura that bathed the cursed grounds of the forest with a rather auspicious glow, but the overwhelming darkness soon overshadowed her light.
Scrutinizing the state of the desolate land, her silvery grey brows creased with dismay and when her gaze darted around to accidentally fall on Malika's decapitated body, she looked away with a sorrowful expression.
