Odile opened her eyes instantly.
She found herself trapped inside a dark room and couldn't see anything, even when she tried to squint her eyes.
"Over here, Odile."
Odile turned around and saw a tall woman wearing a wide purple hat that covered her face. Her long blonde hair was quite beautiful to look at, but there was a rotting scent coming from her body, the signature scent that almost all witches had if they didn't try to hide their power.
She was holding a cane with an emerald orb at the top.
The woman exuded an unmatchable aura, making Odile unable to speak for a while, because she could feel a sense of oppression coming from her.
"A-are you the ultimate dark witch?" Odile asked. She thought that was probably the case, but she just had to make sure.
