The hobody witch thought to herself.
However, at this mont, so engrossed in her thoughts, she did not notice that her original form of the White Dove had begun to undergo subtle changes.
After all, birds and dragons are close kin, and in the night sky, the small White Dove had begun to adopt a hint of the Great Dragon's shadow in its flight.
The true essence of magic is the believing heart; if the heart changes, the effects of magic naturally change as well.
If Dorothy had looked in a mirror at that mont, she probably would have recognized that her transmigrated form as the White Dove was quickly approaching that of the legendary most beautiful dragon—the White Night Dragon.
The small White Dove was emitting a faint glow around its body. Although it was still far from reaching the White Night Dragon's ability to turn the night sky pure white, it was at least a step from nothing to sothing.
When the stars dim and the world darkens, I am the sole light.
anwhile, inside the house, Denisha, transford into the White Eagle, locked eyes with the Black Sheep Sage Koreya. At that instant their gazes t, the entire dream realm suddenly fell into a Ti Stop, turning everything black and white.
Two terrifying and powerful wills seed to awaken suddenly.
The naively ignorant Black Sheep Sage appeared to age tens of thousands of years in an instant. Her eyes beca wise and weathered, and she truly transford from a girl with only an elder sister's body into an elegant and gentle big sister.
"Your Excellency, did you summon for anything specific? This Witch's Night seems a bit unexpected; your sudden closure of the dream has made the academy quite anxious," she asked.
The Black Sheep Sage looked up, saw the White Eagle before her, and hurriedly knelt on one knee, then asked very respectfully.
"It's nothing serious, just a prank by Mother Superior. She ant well, so I had to indulge her little mischief. Tell them not to panic; everything will be back to normal soon," the White Eagle replied, seemingly unchanged, she rely nodded and answered.
But after a mont's thought, she spoke again.
"Lady Koreya, do you rember how we t all those years ago?"
"Of course, how could I possibly forget that? We t in the City of Sin; it was Your Excellency who gave the strength to take revenge on my father," replied the Black Sheep Sage, smiling. Her slightly squinted eyes opened slightly, revealing a hint of bloody light.
It was at this mont that she turned her head to take a quick look around, then her smile froze.
Though hundreds of thousands of years had passed, she recognized the house at a glance, as everything here was deeply etched into her soul.
It was her ho, that long-ruined ho.
Just...
Looking at the black ashes on the floor, which had transford from a wicked woman, then at her supposedly deceased parents and brother, even the usually gentle sage lost control of her emotions for a mont.
Fortunately, she quickly regained her composure, then also noticed the anomalies of the dream body she had descended into.
Normally, at this stage, her blood should have awakened into a demon, but this body now resembled more of a witch, a kind of downgraded Degraded Witch.
"Your Excellency, I know you have always strived for perfection, but..."
The Black Sheep Sage slightly organized her words, attempting to persuade her sovereign to not be too hard on herself; she had already done her best back then, and no one could possibly do better than that. There was really no need for the sovereign to be so harsh on herself that she continued to confine herself in the illusions of the past.
Furthermore, the dream that the sovereign had retraced this ti was far too distant...
"This isn't my doing," the White Eagle interrupted before Koreya could finish, causing the Black Sheep Sage to be taken aback and then beco sowhat agitated, given the sovereign's strength...
"Your Excellency, then..."
"You should mind your words, Lady Koreya," said the White Eagle, cutting her off.
"Please forgive my inappropriate behavior, Your Excellency," said the Black Sheep Sage, slapping herself in frustration and sowhat fearful as she bowed her head to apologize to the sovereign, then reluctantly took one last look at her surroundings, this ho.
"May you have sweet dreams, Your Excellency," she said, and then her consciousness receded, allowing the body to revert to the deanor of a young girl.
The White Eagle also sighed.
"Ah, fate…" She murmured as ti resud its flow and color returned to the world.
The White Eagle suddenly beca alert, then seeing the previously occupied spot of the White Dove now empty, she swiftly spread her wings and flew outside.
...White Eagle chasing the dove...
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