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The witches were also nearing their limits by this time, with Annie pulling at her hair, her eyes bloodshot, "My imagination is reaching its limit! Can I now gain the blessing of Imaginary Magic by believing in the God of Fiction?"
"Temporary faith is useless! If only I had joined the church earlier," Chris had already fallen, covering her face with her pale yellow hair. Looking beside her, another witch summoned by the Great Witch Ghoul had also collapsed with vegetables in her arms, unconscious.
"Jenna's passed out too."
"I can't go on either, let's stop here, it's impolite to keep imagining," Chris's eyes were about to close.
Annie glanced at Louis in the distance, who was now completely pale. It seemed she had lost her ability to fantasize.
"Look, Chris, the legendary witch is down! Hahaha, we're going to win!"
Annie seemed to see a glimmer of victory for herself, her eyes beginning to spin in their sockets.
