Before her, in the corridor, the boy with blood-red eyes lay on the ground like a spider, scurrying over rapidly.
Watching this scene, the Lost Witch's pupils contracted slightly. At this moment, night flooded in; the setting sun heavily plunged below the horizon, and the entire city was engulfed by darkness in an instant. All that remained in the world was a smear of residual red, but it was not the twilight's afterglow. Rather, it was the trace of madness in the boy's eyes.
It was as if... a red tide floated on the sea.
At this instant, the Lost Witch unexpectedly felt... a long-forgotten emotion.
And she, the one most familiar with all kinds of emotions, took a full second to realize the name of this unusual emotion she was experiencing...
That was:
——"Fear".
Yes, as a witch best at manipulating others' emotions, and having lived a few hundred years, thinking herself numb to all emotions and detached, the Lost Witch now felt an unknown fear.
