When the old woman flew up from the ruins of the leather factory, Twin realized that the opponent wasn't a complete Witch.
It was simply that she had enough Filthy Magic Power and used it to mend her wounds.
But, what was the cost?
The immense Filthy Magic Power caused her mind to become unstable.
It should be said she was already mad.
Filthy Magic Power isn't easy to use; outside of the complete Witches who experiment from a young age, ordinary people using Filthy Magic Power beyond a certain limit is essentially suicide.
Clearly, the old hag before them was at that stage.
Twin loved watching this scene.
"Cyan Cloud Sect! The Magical Girls of Cyan Cloud Sect! You deserve to die, go die, die!"
Yes, yes, that's it, incoherent, rambling, yes, this is what I want to see.
"Give me back my son's life!"
Continue, continue~ scream a couple more times, Twin loved hearing the howls of madmen indulging in Filthy Magic Power.
