But the outcome of this duel—six dead and three grievously wounded from the Flame Race—cast yet another shadow over their West Border Witch God Hall.
"How long can this go on!"
"It's obvious the Frost Silkworm Race intends to use these duels to devour our Western Border territory, step by step."
"We lose a minor tribe in a duel today, and we'll lose a major one tomorrow."
"Or maybe today, a few newly-ascended junior Witches die, and tomorrow, it's some of the Little Witches from our various tribes."
"At this rate, in less than a century, even if the Frost Silkworm Race never launches a full-scale invasion, our West Border Witch God Hall will probably run out of suitable people to perform the Witch conversion ritual."
"..."
Inside the Witch God Hall, the expressions of many Little Witches were grim.
"Heh, so what? We can still last a hundred years, can't we?"
