Even so, a hint of extraordinary splendor still emerged in Witch Miss's eyes.
How many days have passed?
She hadn't expected that her follower would be so effective, they had already caused a considerable shift in the fate of the Bright Moon Goddess.
It seemed he had taken her advice to heart.
Upon this reflection, the Doomsday Witch sat up slightly, leaning against the supporting stone pillar behind her and gently lifting the long hair beside her ear.
A barely noticeable smile crept up the corners of her pale lips, suggesting she was in a good mood.
If she could break the chains on her right hand symbolizing the Bright Moon Goddess, her authority and power would further recover.
Of course, just this level of cracks wouldn't allow her to break free from the chains on her right hand.
If she could enlarge them by a few dozen times, it would be much easier.
As she thought this, Witch Miss reached out with her index finger, gently stroking the slight crack on the chains.