The witches at mid-mountain received the news of the Seal Ritual starting early, just as the summit did.
"The powerful Circle Sorcerer wielding a sword?"
Instead of choosing to enter the depths of the mountain to guard the seal, the witches waited on the cliff where the entrance to the passage was. Miss Aphrola, holding the parchment, looked at Granny Cassandra in surprise:
"Could this be..."
"It should be."
The Old Witch sat by the fire, with Sister Delphine on the other side. The burning flame was the Fire of the Primordial; as long as this bonfire existed, the anomalies from the Interstice couldn't affect them.
The followers of the witches and the nuns from the Spiritual Practice Order were presently scattered around, preparing to face the next wave of undead assault. Sister Delphine suddenly looked up at the sky, and the two Grand Witches also frowned as they gazed above.
