Unleashing potential is a taboo for witches. Because no matter how talented the witches are, the potential magical power they contain is extremely dangerous, and once they are released without any scruples, it will undoubtedly become a disaster for the ordinary people around them. It is said that once upon a time, a lord coveted the beauty and magic of a witch and took a young witch away from his family and kept it in his castle by trading with wizards and other shadowy beings. Although the lord had many evil plans for the poor witch who had been abducted, they ended before they could begin, because the witch was so young that when she accidentally fell, there was no one around to comfort her, and the aggrieved witch began to cry loudly, and her cry enveloped the entire castle. The next day the gates of the castle were opened, and everyone including the lord was turned to stone, except for the witch who was asleep in her room from crying.

Of course, there is an element of exaggeration in this story, and generally young witches would not have such destructive power. And this story is also from the perspective of ordinary people, and is used to educate self-righteous secular monarchs that their power is worthless under incredible magic, and has no deterrent significance for witches themselves.

In fact, there are two main reasons why the witch group forbids its members, especially young witches, to tap their own power casually. First, through the experience accumulated over time, witches have found that this explosive use of magic will greatly reduce the caster's lifespan that is much shorter than that of ordinary humans, and will also reduce the maximum amount of power that the witch can achieve in a sense. However, when faced with a real life-threatening danger, most witches don't have the opportunity to think about the aftermath, so this reason does not restrain these wild spellcasters. The second, or rather the reason that the older witches are reluctant to mention, is the real reason why the use of magic is restricted. And this is related to the biggest secret of the witch race, their origins.

"Hmm—" With a groan of pain, Fioni gradually came to his senses. The Kraken's self-healing ability is already stronger than that of humans, and the self-healing ability of the shapeshifter is stronger than that of ordinary Kraken, which is especially reflected in the two arms behind him, the two innate redundant limbs, even if they are cut off by the roots, can gradually recover, although the other parts of Fioni's body do not have such exaggerated vitality, but it is only a puncture wound, not enough to kill this Kraken. However, not dying immediately does not mean that there is no danger, and such a serious wound must be carefully treated to heal smoothly, otherwise once it begins to deteriorate, no matter how strong the vitality is, it will only be in vain to feed it to the bacteria that rot the flesh.

The Kraken knew this very well, so he immediately wanted to examine his wound when he woke up, only to find that when his hand touched the sore spot on his back, it was already tied with gauze, and the slight sticky touch and the faint smell of herbs in the air proved that someone had dealt with his injury. Realizing this, the shapeshifter took a look at his surroundings. The neat but dull dark brick walls and floors, as well as the dim and oppressive space, immediately reminded him of a place that has been mentioned in legends since childhood: the black spire in the middle of a human city. Out of curiosity, Fioni had taken advantage of other tsunamis to follow the tide to see the old building up close, but this was the first time he had entered it.

"Whoa!" Fioni looked at the sound of a sharp object scraping against the floor tiles, and saw a human child who was dressed but half of his body was clearly suffering from some kind of disease, holding a candlestick in one hand and dragging Jaquia's scimitar that had stabbed him in the other. "Are you awake? Saich asked in a somewhat timid voice.

Fioni had no experience communicating with human children, but judging by the location and the fact that the child had taken the initiative to greet him, he probably wasn't very afraid of the Kraken. So the shapeshifter adjusted his body position to make his shoulders better contact with the air, and the human lying position was not easy for the Kraken to breathe. "Well, I think I'm awake, young sir. Is there anything I can do to help?" he tried to keep his tone soft, but his dry throat still made his voice sound hoarsier than usual.

Sech's body shook, and he clearly hoped that Fioni would not respond so that he could quickly return to Hela's side to end this terrifying mission. The child gritted his teeth at the thought of Hela, he had to complete the task given to him by the witch, and this was the only place where he could help her. Sech emboldened, took a few more steps closer to Fioni, and then, carefully, very slowly, lowered the shark tooth knife he was dragging in his hand onto the floor in front of the Kraken. It can be seen from this that the weight of this weapon is not heavy, and it is thought that it is also because it has to be wielded in the seawater.

"You might be able to use this, Ms. Hella said. More and more of those monsters are coming, and the mountain monsters alone can't stop them all, and we need help. The child carefully recounted word by word.

"Monsters, wait, kid, who are the Lady Hela you call you, and where are the other humans with me, and since I'm here, they should be too, what the hell is going on?" Fioni said, standing up in a hurry, it seemed that the person who treated his wounds was more professional than he thought, and he, no, most likely her, was also very familiar with the physiology of the Siren.

"Hmm—" The shapeshifter clearly underestimated the impact he could have on a human child, a living, scaly kraken that scares Saich much more than the ugly toad-like monsters. After all, Saich had seen the mountain monsters dispose of too many toad monsters, and he was not so afraid of those brainless monsters anymore. But at this time, seeing Fioni stand up, the tall and thin image of the Siren suddenly made the child realize that he seemed to be too close to the other party. How would the orphans who grew up on the streets react in such a situation? That is, of course, to ensure their own safety first.

The shapeshifter raised his hand, and before he could speak, the tiny light of the candle had already vanished. Fioni scratched his head, although he was often called a monster in the Siren, but that kind of curse was very different from being scared by a child. But now is not the time to care about this, the shapeshifter hesitated for a moment, bent down and picked up the scimitar on the ground, since the child mentioned monsters, it would be better to bring something to protect himself. Then, with his memory and perception of the dampness in the air, he walked in the direction of Sach's departure, the Kraken's dark vision was so good that it didn't get in the way of even if he didn't hold the illuminator.

Speaking of Sach, when he ran back to Hela's room in a panic, he saw Hela and Karen and two other witches who appeared with the fish-men discussing something fiercely, and behind them, a man and a woman who were unconscious. The man's shirt had been torn open, and two strange dark brown lines could be seen winding upwards from his wrists, spiraling to near his collarbone, and then straight downwards, drawing a strange pattern on his chest. Although there was no basis, Xiao Saihe always felt that there was an eye in that pattern.