"Come, my child," Farosa beckoned to Minamoto Makoto, and in the midst of the void of dreamlike illusion, their spirits slowly drew closer.
Ever closer, Minamoto Makoto was overwhelmed by Farosa's grandeur and majesty, kneeling on the ground, waiting to receive the blessing of the Witch Goddess.
It was within reach.
"Do you wish to receive the blessing of the Witch Goddess?" Farosa touched Minamoto Makoto's hair.
"I do," Minamoto Makoto replied, flattered.
"Say: I submit to the Witch Goddess, I offer everything," Farosa whispered softly.
Then the illusion shattered.
Minamoto Makoto lifted her head and suddenly realized that the Witch Goddess longed to dominate her. But what did that mean?
Submit?
The witches strove for power and held themselves in high esteem, while Minamoto Makoto's character ranked at the very top.
Perhaps other witches would willingly bow and scrape, but not her, never Minamoto Makoto!
