The perspective returns to the Witch World.
The heavy rain continues to pour, the floods continue to ravage, and the homebody witch's eyes remain tense. She stares intently at the sea below, where the already restless waters have become even more tumultuous. The once murky water now shows traces of red.
That is the blood just spilled by various Heirs of the Sea and the Leviathan, pierced mercilessly by the Soul Subduing Spear.
"Woooooo..."
Amidst the storm and thunder, the mournful cries of whales echo faintly. The sound is so lamentable and pitiful that it tugs at Dorothy's heartstrings.
Ah, the Mother of the World is truly unfortunate to have children like her and Denisha.
However, sympathy is just sympathy, and pity is just pity. Some things must be done.
