The woman swimming freely in the water suddenly seemed to sense something, turned around, and looked down into the depths.
Down below, a strange speck of gray light expanded, then flooded the entire lakebed.
Gray was dim, caught between white and black.
Forever walking within black and white, neither human nor god—this is the Witch.
The Witch is the embodiment of gray; Demon Que is the High Priest's personal weapon, and in truth only a true Witch can wield her. The former Sui Yi was not a Witch, but a human, so whenever she used it she would again and again feel something off.
But now—
With a single thought,
may Demon Que run rampant?
Hum!
The entire lake was suffused with an immense gray light, and that light also silhouetted the woman in the water.
Black hair like silver, a sculpted body like a statue. Between black and white, cold and exquisitely beautiful, slightly oppressive. Whoosh!
A sword, bearing countless streaks of gray light, shot up from beneath the water.
