Brand commanded the Stone Statue Ghost to release its claws, and he and Char landed on the soft meadow. The mountaintop was quiet, and the forest was serene. Before their eyes was a crooked wooden hut—resembling a slum house, it was two stories high, with dim candlelight flickering through the gaps in the wooden boards.
"Lord, is this the place you said would help us level up?" Char rubbed his sore wrists where he had been grabbed, scrutinizing the hut before him with a look of serious doubt: "I don't mean to question you, sir, but this looks more like the dwelling of those witches from Bunosson."
"You're not mistaken. This is indeed a witch's dwelling."
"Oh, witches do have some ways to temporarily increase power."
"No, temporary power is too fragile."
