The world amidst the wind and snow changed color in this instant, with only a slanted arc of light bursting forth, endlessly expanding forward, breaking through layer upon layer of obstruction, seeming to extend to the end of the world.
In the next instant, the blade of light swept away the biting wind and snow, effortlessly cleaving through thousands of thorns, splitting the oncoming thorn spears in two, and then precisely grazing the waist of Witch Black Rose.
Just like that, she was bisected at the waist.
The air fell silent for a moment.
Immediately after, blood gushed out like a fountain, a clean cut prominently emerging from the middle of Witch Black Rose's body, as her upper and lower halves slowly parted.
Her face slightly shocked, her upper half bloodily slid onto the stage of the Witches' Night.
Regaining her senses, Black Rose slowly raised her eyes, only then noticing that her lower half remained in place, soon to be enveloped by the howling wind and snow.
