The Release That Witch
Chapters 56's

Nightingale slowly moved forward on the mountain path.

The path under his feet was only shoulder-width apart. On either side was a huge stone wall, separated by ten feet. But between them was a bottomless abyss and a shoulder-width path where he walked, so right next to Nightingale's feet were steep cliffs and a huge wall of stone. When he looked into the deep abyss he could only see the darkness. While traveling on a path as wide as her shoulder, Nightingale always leaned cautiously against the stone wall beside her, trying to avoid losing her footing and falling into the abyss.

When he looked up, only a thin gleam could be seen from the sky, like a silver thread hanging in the night sky. However, he knew that it was only a little after noon - even during the day, he still needed to hold the torch. The light coming down from the cliff was not enough to illuminate the path ahead. Walking this path for a long time even gave birth to the illusion that he was walking in the mountains.

The only advantage here was that not many fell into the canyon, although a cold wind whistled through the mountains and lifted the falling snow .. Sometimes there were some natural snowflakes that fell from his head, and landed on the mountain wall or on the path, turning into water vapor. Below here, the temperature was not the same as in the outside world, once in a while he could see hot air rising from under the cliff.

If it wasn't like this, he wouldn't have dared to cross the Unpassable Mountains during the Demon Moon. He could hide himself in his own foggy world, but there, the temperature was still the same. If he dared to go through the snow, he predicted that he would freeze to death after an hour of walking.

Nightingale did not want to spend another minute here - she could always feel something in the dark, always watching her, making her blood turn cold.

If she could, Nightingale would have remained in the fog the entire way, but it was a pity her strength was not enough to do that. The moment he used his abilities for a long time, he would quickly get tired.

Nightingale raised the torch and let it illuminate the cliff opposite her. In the dim light of the flames, he could occasionally see a dark shadow on the wall. Nightingale knew that it was a cave, which was so deep that the light could not reach the end of every cave. They look like balls of darkness. But on the other hand, almost in the same position, there is also a deep hole. It reminded him of the rumors of the North Slope Mine, which said that the mine used to be a monster's underground nest, with many intersections on the road stretching in all directions, dug by monsters. The northern slope is part of a mountain range, but it is so far and wide with so many caves, who can say that the caves are not connected to the mine?

The idea made him shiver.

To the West of the Unpassable Mountains was an abandoned barbarian wasteland. It was known that the Impassable Mountains extended up to several hundred miles, with countless undiscovered caves. Nightingale was afraid that this desert could give birth to countless monsters.

He did not dare to think of getting into the cave and just concentrated on moving forward.

Finally, he could see the changes on the road far ahead. The shoulder-width path splits into two, one leads slightly upward and the other leads deeper into the endless darkness; no one knows where this hole is headed. While standing at the branching point, the feeling of being stared at had become extremely intense, as if countless unmoving eyes were looking at every single movement Nightingale made, it made her have a dry mouth and tongue and gave her a creepy feeling.

Nightingale gritted her teeth as she opened up her fog world and quickly stepped into it. Soon, the creepy feeling began to disappear.

While following the path leading upwards, the surrounding air temperature immediately began to drop, but above his head the small silver thread became larger. A quarter of an hour later, a huge cave opened right in front of him, with its entrance slightly higher than the path he was following. When he set foot into the cave, he could see a faint flame deep within.

Finally, he reached the hiding place of the Witch Cooperation Association.

Nightingale thought, "Yes, I'm finally back," but when she realized that the girl had two ribbons tied around her arms, Nightingale's good mood instantly turned to sadness, "Again two sisters ..."

The voice of the other witch stopped for a moment and then sadly she said, "Uh .. ah, yes. Airy and Abby had their day of maturity five days ago and didn't survive." He forced himself to smile, "That happens a lot, doesn't it? But let's not talk about them, you should go back to camp, Wendy always talks about you."

Airy and Abby, a pair of twin brothers who left their lives in a wealthy family from the Fallen Dragon Mountain only to die within the ranks of the Impenetrable Mountain Range. Nightingale sometimes wondered if what they were doing was okay. If the twins had not left their city with the Witch Cooperation Association, they could at least enjoy their lives with their families, rather than follow everyone, wandering around from place to place, without a permanent home.

However, when he thought of Wendy, Nightingale's heart was filled with warmth. If he doesn't give her a helping hand when she needs it most, she's afraid she's still living her own life as a doll, always afraid of being thrown away like every other tool. Yes, she had to tell him the news as soon as possible, and she had to tell all her sisters. They no longer needed to hide like little mice. Someone is willing to accept everything, and there maybe .. they can come out unscathed through their annual Resurrection Day!

As she stepped into the camp, Nightingale saw a familiar figure crouching near the campfire holding food. Until now, others had not seen that he had arrived, so he could not help himself and shouted, "Wendy, I'm home!"

The other witch turned away from her food and looked towards Nightingale, welcoming Nightingale with her usual smile, "Veronica, welcome home."

Wendy was a good female embodiment and also one of the first witches of the Witch Cooperation Association. Now he was 30 years old, but a frown was still not visible on his face. She had red-brown hair that fell straight down, almost reaching her waist, with mature and charming facial features, which made her look like an older sister. He had always paid attention to every sister of the Witch Cooperation Association. Whether it was about their daily lives or psychological counseling, she would always try to help no matter what. If not for Wendy, there was a high chance that the Witch Cooperation Association would not have gathered so many witches.

She was the exact reason why Nightingale decided to flee from her family when she met him, embarking on a journey with him to the Impassable Mountains, trying to find the Sacred Mountain. He is also one of the few people who knows his real name.

"How many times have I told you that I'm no longer the cowardly little girl from the past?" nightingale said with a smile and shook her head, "I am now a powerful witch, Veronica is no more."

"You'll always be yourself, breaking away from your previous nightmares doesn't mean parting with important, happy moments in the past" Wendy said gently, "Of course, it doesn't mean parting with important, happy moments in the past, I'm glad you like your new name. Nightingale, I have been waiting for you to return, surely you will have to suffer along the way."

"Well," Nightingale stepped forward and hugged her friend, "Thank you."

After a while Wendy opened her mouth and asked, "What happened to the girl, you ... are you too late to save her?"

When he heard her talk about this, Nightingale's spirit immediately rose again. He grabbed Wendy's arm and said excitedly, "No! He doesn't need me to save him. Instead, maybe he can save us all!" Then he began to describe in detail his experience while living in Border Town, "The Border Town is governed by Lord Roland Wimbledon, the 4th Prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle. He is willing to protect us all, and he also promises, that someday, that all the witches in his territory can live life as free people, just like everyone else! "