Rewind time to a moment ago.

The moment Jiang Yu shot at herself, the gypsy witch really felt the coming of death.

Her eyes widened as she watched the red glow from the muzzle of the gun, and many images were squeezed into her mind in an instant—a little red-haired girl fiddling with the tarot cards in her hand in the dilapidated wizard's tower, the old man behind the curtain bleeding under the divination, the psychic to the otherworldly praying at the feet of the moon god, and the lips gently touching the witch in the snow.

Yelena's gaze moved away from the red glow and landed on the huge 'black cat' next to her.

It's so beautiful, this word suddenly appeared in her heart, and then there was an inexplicable pride, and then this pride slowly fell, turning into a rich sadness.

When did it all start?

The first conversation from the wandering bar, the first drink the two drank?

Or the first time they fought side by side from the pedestrian street, beating Arthur Ness?

No, earlier, a little earlier.

It all started from the moment he stepped into the school plane.

As a soothsayer and medium, Elena has an amazing talent for certain occult realms, and she can clearly sense the existence of fate nodes - much like Amber, a soothsayer at Atlas Academy. It's just that Amber sees the threads of cause and effect floating around the wizard, and Elena feels the power of fate surging around the wizard.

The Eastern mages have a very apt word to describe her identity, Wangqishi.

In Zheng Qing, Yelena saw a strong force of fate that she had never seen before, which gave a glimmer of hope to the gypsy witch who desperately needed to change her fate.

So she and him had their first intersection, their second encounter, and then little by little, slowly developed to the present.

Every soothsayer is in awe of fate, and the older the school, the more profound the understanding of this. Gypsy witches are famous in the wizarding league for their divination skills, and Yelena, who inherits this ancient school of wizardry, has been following the elders since she was a child, feeling the footsteps of fate.

The footsteps of fate can be heard, but not followed.

Following will lead to chaos in fate.

From beginning to end, it was only the pursuit of interests, and it had nothing to do with love - Elena told herself more than once in her heart. Only in this way will she be able to minimize the entanglement of fate and carry out her plan under the cover of Zheng Qing's power of fate.

So she used love potions on male witches, traded with suspicious snake demons, went alone, and handled everything between the two with a completely utilitarian mentality - interpreting ancient books requires advanced knowledge of talismans, so she asked Zheng Qing to help interpret them under the pretext of learning talismans; she needed Matthew Karen to visit Fort Alpha, so she refused Zheng Qing's invitation and joined Matthew's hunting team; and even the date in the next Yuan Festival was just a cover for her to borrow the power of Zheng Qing's fate to interfere with the soothsayer's detection of herself.

'Why?!'

Faintly, she seemed to hear the black cat yelling at herself, why?

"Because, it's safe to stay with you. ”

The witch's lips moved slightly, and she silently answered the roaring question.

Then that little bit of red finally crossed the long timeline and came to her.

Yelena slowly closed her eyes.

A blazing wind brushed in his ears, and a crisp cracking sound came from behind him.

It is like the sound of melting ice in early spring, and the sound of flowers blooming in a silent forest, full of touching and living hope.

Her eyes were hot, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Boom!!"

The black cat seized the opportunity, and pressed down with both paws, and Satoguya, who was originally distracted by the broken moon, was careless for a while, and was occupied by the black cat with a trace of the upper hand.

This advantage also gave the other two witches a chance.

The moment the full moon behind Satogua was blasted out of a gap by the blood rune, the invisible power that bound the gypsy witch suddenly leaked.

Elena finally seized the opportunity, freed herself from her restraints, reached out and reached for a stone pillar-like object from her pocket, which slammed into the mud, and then she sliced through her palm, muttering a spell in her mouth.

A looming shadow spread out of the pillar and fell on Colma, who was becoming more and more illusory, stopping her further slide into the void.

This is the material she has prepared for her future reception of the 'Luna', just like the demon remains that Colmar bought at the wandering bar. In the entire First University or the entire wizarding world, there is probably only one one left. When she first participated in Colma's magic array project, she wanted to refer to the relevant rituals and accumulate experience for her magic array.

But now......

"It's over, that's it. The gypsy witch lowered her eyelids and muttered, her fingers drawing in the air around the pillar, leaving traces of blood-colored runes.

It's been a plan for years, and that's it.

Lies and deception, that's the end of it.

The nightmare in front of you, that's the end of it.

It's not about atonement or dreams, it's just a weary soul that wants to rest. It's just that she can do something before she rests.

Colma was still struggling between the void and reality, Jiang Yu had just put away the talisman gun and pulled out a black magic book, and the roar of the black cat was hovering throughout the small world, wrestling with the tentacles of Satogua.

The witch glanced nostalgically at the black cat that was working hard, and finally lowered her head, crossed her fingers and hugged each other, pressed against the center of her forehead, and prayed in a low voice:

"The moon god who does not belong to this world"

"A symbol of mystery and beauty"

"The Brightest Fruit of the Kabbalah Tree of Life"

"I pray for your coming......"

With the slightest guidance on the stone pillar, the witch's spirituality instantly crossed countless levels, entering the deepest part of the vast and infinite starry sky, a milky white light hovering above her spirituality.

"Have you already decided?" a ethereal, gentle voice brushed through the hint of spirituality.

"Yes. The witch replied.

"Even if you're going to lose yourself?"

"Yes. ”

"Any unfulfilled wishes?"

The witch's spirituality seemed to look back at the way back, and a small poem inexplicably appeared in her heart:

"With you, you are my comrade-in-arms, and therefore I miss you, and when I step over everything that has perished and go to war towards eternity, you are my banner. ”

"No more. The witch's spirituality finally replied.

The milky white light swirled around the spiritual glimmer for a moment, and then pounced, falling rapidly along the path of the spirituality, crossing the infinite planes and colorful colors, and finally falling into darkness.

The Uncharted World.

In the magic array.

In front of the low stone pillar.

The witch's fingertips, who fell to her knees, drilled a green shoot.