Korma groggily opened her eyes.
A few fireflies fluttered their wings, leisurely flying past her eyes, finally landing on the shelf of the liquor cabinet, using their mouthparts to explore a small puddle of leftover blue liquid at the edge of the shelf. Soon, their plump bellies slowly swelled, emitting a faint blue glow.
Sakura Pub.
The name flashed through the witch's mind, and the heavy thoughts associated with it were gradually dragged out from the depths of a boundless ocean, beginning to illuminate one node after another.
Who am I?
What am I doing?
Why am I here?
What seemed like simple but very complex questions and answers popped up one after another, constantly enriching her consciousness, as if like a snowball rolling down the snow mountain, becoming faster and faster, and larger.
I am Korma, the North District Grand-Wizard, and the vice dean of Edge Academy.
This is my home.
In my own home... I was attacked.
