The four corpses strung up by the banyan tree's aerial roots called out in unison, their voices creepy and echoing.
The sounds overlapped, rising and falling in pitch, eerily unnatural.
"You've made a breakthrough with your witchcraft, and you've returned to the Tree Hole Headquarters, only to be discovered in the archive room. Then I found out something was wrong with you, and you started claiming you were hiding inside a newcomer to slip past unnoticed!"
"But I have seen through your despicable tactics!"
"There is no such thing as a newcomer wizard, it was you all along!"
"Codename Painter? Ha, just look at that 'Oil Painting Vortex' sorcery you used when battling the Witch Hunter Knights, and how you transformed from a black cat to a snow leopard. I know everything now! You even dared to return to the Tree Hole Headquarters!"
"That painting sorcery must be an upgraded version of your 'Dizzy' sorcery, right?"
