Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 1123 - 868 Sisters in the Mist_2

Chapter 1123: Chapter 868 Sisters in the Mist_2

The Ghost Tide consisted of over a million, vast and boundless. They had been waiting for the right moment to strike. Even if Hosoda Yoshiyuki were to shout ’halt’ here, they wouldn’t stop.

The thick fog spread ahead.

The mist, indeed, was as vast as Wei Shiyue described, and all the ghosts formed an endless tide, plunging into the mist as if two oceans merged.

For victory and redemption.

"Let’s go." Farosa walked into the mist with calm; nothing could scare her.

Soon after entering the fog, the bloodied figures destroyed by the Law of Slaughter emerged from the mist.

So many people.

Farosa recalled killing about 6000 medieval conscripts, bandits, and mercenaries a thousand years ago, 4000 street gang members during Aizu City’s massacre, over 12000 Xisheng Soldiers in the Nestor War, and more than 8000 others in various times...

Farosa counted her past achievements and felt that her efficiency in eradicating humans was quite low.

Only 30,000 over so many years! Farosa thought to herself.

How could she improve her achievements and claim more deaths?

She coldly watched the bloody figures and chunks around her—those were the dead repeatedly cut and fragmented by the Law of Slaughter, many not realizing what had happened before being sliced apart by Farosa.

They were so numerous that before one could threaten or scold Farosa, the next ghostly apparition emerged furiously, almost killing Farosa, seeming intent on completely destroying her.

"You are just like mud," Farosa said disdainfully, not trapped by the bloody tide, though a bit disoriented.

The soul that split from Mack after death turned into a small deity, the white cat Cali. Watching over the death fog with caution, it didn’t dare confront Farosa, knowing of the Godslayer Weapon she possessed.

Farosa looked around, and others seemed to see the deceased from their own lives. Most were significant to them. Ghosts could meet many dead acquaintances here one last time before they reincarnate in the Great Maelstrom, to address lingering regrets.

Wei Shiyue saw her deceased fans; Yao Guang saw the Corporate Alliance Special Forces members she once worked with; Easter screamed repeatedly, as though seeing something unspeakable.

Farosa walked through the bloody ghosts to approach Easter, shadowed by blurring visions of massacred and burned women, resembling witches. Witches didn’t leave traces in the Afterlife World, Farosa believed this was Easter’s reemerging past fear.

"Who are they?" Farosa reached out to protect Easter, never having thought she would do so, but Easter was clearly terrified.

"She—they..." Easter sobbed relentlessly.

Tears streamed down continuously; Farosa wiped away Easter’s tears, feeling annoyed. This was Easter, the world’s most detestable and odd Witch Empress.

Yet as she comforted Easter, she suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of responsibility, as if she needed to nurture and protect Easter.

"Do you know these dead people?" Farosa asked.

"They, they lived with me," Easter was frightened, Farosa distinctly felt Easter trying to piece together and restore the truth from fragmented memories.

The brain protects people, erasing terrifying details in the face of dread to make recollections vague and prevent further trauma. Farosa pursed her lips and held Easter patiently, realizing she was slightly taller than Easter.

"It’s all past," Farosa murmured.

"Boo... hoo hoo..." Easter couldn’t stop crying.

Farosa looked around the hazy scene, as if an unknown wasteland where many women were captured, pulled from hiding places, gathered, then beheaded, dismembered, and burnt. Even with maximum restraint viewing this atrocity, Farosa felt a deepening pain as if the torment was replaying on her.

This happened in the past, 150 years ago, Farosa suddenly realized.

Easter was the sole survivor of that witch massacre!

Poor Witch Empress Easter was only a pitiful girl back then, watching her kin being slaughtered by humans, all their magic power denied by Reality Manipulator Eve Anak, which led to her insanity over 150 years.

"It’s over, Easter, it’s all over," Farosa’s lips approached Easter’s forehead, gently kissing, she felt a profound sadness, "If only you were my sister."

Easter sobbed softly.

"Do you... have a sister?" Easter asked.

Farosa embraced Easter and sat within the fog, seeing her mother’s image appearing in the mist—Madam Medusa stood there, bloodstained but looking quite peaceful, gazing at Farosa and Easter with gentle patience.

Farosa recalled her "memories," living happily with her mother, but why did her mother appear so miserably in the mist reality? She thought vaguely, unable to distinguish between illusory thoughts and reality.

Easter snuggled with Farosa, surrounded by countless screaming dead and corpses.

"We will never make it out," Easter closed her eyes.

"Lean on me, someone will rescue us. My spirit is tougher than yours, I will protect you," Farosa whispered.

"Mmm..." Easter hid within Farosa’s embrace.

Farosa turned, gazing vacantly at her mother’s death vision. Mother, my dear mother... I can no longer feel your embrace, yet I am now embracing others in your way.

Easter breathed evenly, her eyes focused on Madam Medusa’s bloodstained figure in the distance, equally dream-like.

"Thank you..." Easter leaned weakly against Farosa.

Lean on me, after all, you are so light. Farosa thought silently.

Even knowing Easter could never be her sister, no blood relation possible. Yet in Farosa’s vision, Easter’s visage gradually resembled her memory of her sister.

...No need to try so hard in the future, Easter.

After an unknown time, from the bloody surroundings appeared a figure—the Cyber Specter stretched its hand to rescue Farosa and Easter from the exhausting fog visions.

"Time to leave this endless mist," it said. Machines never troubled by delusions.

Yes, yes, she couldn’t be ensnared by the fog. Farosa rose, carrying Easter in her arms, following Cyber Specter step by step outward. With Cyber Specter’s guidance, no fog could stop them.

Then, mother dearest, see you again if possible. Farosa looked back towards the death fog, bowing deeply.

Madam Medusa’s bloodied silhouette smiled slightly, watching them depart.