Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Everyone had their own secrets; they were inevitable in a bid for privacy. Ironically, secrets were also often the bridge that brought people together, as they invited curiosity. Humans instinctively sought to understand the unknown, which was why they were drawn to those shrouded in mystery.
And of Roel’s ancient gods, the most mysterious one of all was Witch Queen Artasia.
The Witches used to be known as Sia’s shadow, shouldering the duty to punish and enforce. They wielded immense power and authority that was said to rival the Kingmaker Clan, but they were an enigmatic race that rarely appeared before others.
The Witches were an enigmatic existence even in the ancient era, let alone now, when most information about them had eroded. Witch Queen Artasia was even more so.
Thinking about it, Roel knew next to nothing about Artasia.
He knew Grandar was the final Giant Sovereign who sacrificed himself to bring down the Savior. He knew Peytra was the first Saint Beast Sovereign who fought beside Sia in the early years of the world. He knew Edavia was born during the world’s creation, and Sia sealed her away due to how dangerous her abilities were.
Yet, he knew nothing about Artasia, be it the era she was from, the experiences she had been through, or the eventual cause of her death. Everything about her was a mystery. He couldn’t find any clues about her existence from this rainy city. She had simply too many secrets.
He knew that there was a basis behind the Witches’ unfathomability—it made it harder for others to interfere in their jobs as the world’s enforcers. Still, it was unusual how Artasia had remained mysterious despite their having been together for such a long time.
He was aware that Artasia was hiding something from him. He didn’t know what it was, but his instincts told him it was something huge.
“Artasia, you have already seen my ending, haven’t you?” Roel calmly asked.
Artasia’s madder-red eyes widened in astonishment.
The Witches, as a race that had grasped countless forbidden spells, were definitely ca
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