"Haha, now that I think about it, I am the Clown myself."
Initially, I even mocked Sophia for her weakness, but now, who exactly is the person unclear about the situation?
Dorothy, oh Dorothy, this is not just a game, it is also a war.
A war doomed to battle to the death, a fight until only one side's race survives.
Once this kind of war starts, all the rules will cease to exist—there's no need to argue about good or evil or consider whether one's methods are too filthy because none of that matters anymore.
As the chief commander on the witches' side, the only problem she needs to think about now is how to win this war.
"Haha, Sophia, leaving such a huge flaw unattended on purpose, is this your way of reminding me this? Truly tender of you."
Dorothy raised her head and looked around this vast underground space.
