Morgana's killing intent spread silently.
Unlike Selene's golden radiance, Morgana's power did not erupt in a bright and majestic manner. It seeped into the battlefield like poison entering water.
The violet charms around her body cracked one after another, and thin threads of purple starlight stretched outward, connecting to the roots of the Witch God Tree, the scattered pieces of cursed bark, the remnants of Selene's shattered light, and even the dust floating in the air. In the eyes of ordinary people, it looked beautiful. In the eyes of those who understood witchcraft, it was terrifying.
A witch was most dangerous when she attacked first with preparation.
Everyone in the Divine Realm knew this.
Witches of Stellar Templar did not fight like ordinary cultivators. They did not always compete in strength, speed, or direct power. They studied curses, fate, soul marks, bloodline weaknesses, spiritual threads, and the hidden connections between people and the world around them.
