The Witch's End

A pair of sharp eyes gazed down at the spectacular scene below. The long-hidden Saintess Moyi felt the demonic blood in her veins boil, and the black-iron bow in her hands trembled faintly.

Just then, huge rocks came hurtling down from nearby, crashing toward the demon cavalry. Fireballs rolled down the mountainside with them. "Charge!" A crowd of unknown people burst out from the crevices in the mountain.

By chance, Saintess Moyi spotted a familiar face. Wasn't that the person who had once saved her life? She lay on the flat edge of a rock, watching everything from above.

She studied the attackers and realized they seemed to be the last survivors from villages once destroyed by the demonic path. They launched a fierce assault. The slaughter of villages by the demonic path was notorious, one of the bloodiest atrocities in the demon realm.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Saintess Moyi slipped in. She raised her black-iron bow, aimed at a cavalryman on horseback, and loosed an arrow. In an instant, the cavalryman...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.