The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 56: Among the Mountains

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 road that he had walked through, 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 the road shoulder-width apart,

Nightingale always carefully leaned against the stone wall next to 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 in the daytime, he still needed to hold the torch.

The light coming down from the cliff was not enough to illuminate the path ahead. Walking on this path for a long time even gave birth to the illusion that he was walking on a mountain range.

The only advantage here was that not many would fall into the abyss, even though a cold wind whistled through the mountains and lifted the falling snow..

Sometimes there were some natural snowflakes that fell on his head, and landed on the mountain wall.

or on the trail, turn into water vapor. Below here, the temperature was not the same as in the outside world, sometimes he could see hot air rising from under the cliff.

If it wasn't like this, he wouldn't have dared to pass through the Unbreakable Mountains during the Demon Months.

He could hide himself in his own fog world, but there, the temperature would remain 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 an extra minute here – she could always feel something in the dark, always watching her, making her blood turn cold.

If he could, Nightingale would have remained in the fog all the way, but it was a pity her strength was not enough to do that.

When he used his abilities for a long time, he would quickly get exhausted. Nightingale lifted the torch and let it illuminate the opposite cliff.

In the dim light of the flames, he could sometimes see dark shadows on the walls.

Nightingale knew that it was a cave, which was so deep that light could not reach the end of any cave.

They look like balls of darkness. But on the other hand, almost at the same position, there was 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 North Slope is part of a mountain range, but so far and wide with so many caves, who can say that those 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 Unpassable Mountains spanned several hundred miles, with countless caves yet to be discovered.

Nightingale was afraid that this desert could give birth to countless monsters.

He did not dare to think of going to the cave and just concentrated on moving forward. Finally, he could see the changes on the road ahead.

The shoulder-wide path split into two, one leading slightly upward and the other leading deeper into the endless darkness; no one knew where this hole led.

As it stood at the bifurcation point, the feeling of being stared at became extremely intense, as if countless eyes motionlessly saw every move 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.

Shortly after, the horror 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 had reached the hiding place of the Witch Cooperation Association.

When Nightingale left her foggy world, she was immediately detected by the magician in charge of defense, who instantly erected a wall of black fog to block it.

However, soon the wall disappeared and a surprised voice sounded from the darkness,

"You're back!"

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,

The voice of another witch paused for a moment and then she sadly said,

“Uh ... ah, yes. Airy and Abby had their day of maturity five days ago and did not survive it.”

He forced himself to smile, “That happens often, doesn't it?

But let's not talk about them, you should go back to the camp, Wendy always talks about you.”

Airy and Abby, a pair of twins who left their lives in a wealthy family from Fallen Dragon Mountain only to die within the ranks of the Unpassable Mountains.

Nightingale sometimes wondered if what they were doing was okay. If the twins don't leave their town with the Witch Cooperation Association, then,

they could at least enjoy their lives with their families, rather than following everyone, wandering from one place to another, without a fixed home.

However, when he thought of Wendy, Nightingale's heart was filled with warmth. If he doesn't help her when she needs him most,

he was afraid that he himself would still live a life as a puppet, always afraid to be thrown away like any other tool.

Yes, she had to tell him the news as soon as possible, and she had to tell all her sisters.

They don't have to hide like little mice anymore. Someone is willing to accept everything, and 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.

Up until now, the other person had not seen that he had arrived, so he could not contain himself and shouted,

"Wendy, I'm home!"

The other magician turned away from his food and looked towards Nightingale, welcoming Nightingale with his usual smile, which he was,

"Veronica, welcome home."

Wendy is the embodiment of a good woman and also one of the first witches of the Witch Cooperation Association.

Now he was 30 years old, but the frown on his face was still not visible.

She had red-brown hair that fell straight down, almost reaching her waist, with mature and charming facial features, which gave her the appearance of an older sister.

He had always paid attention to every sister of the Witch Cooperation Association. Whether it is about their daily lives or psychological counseling, she will 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 reason why Nightingale decided to run away from her family when she met him,

embarking on a journey with him to the Unpassable 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'm now a powerful witch, Veronica is no more."

"You will always be you, breaking away from your previous nightmares does not mean parting with important and happy moments in your past" said Wendy softly,

“Of course, I'm glad you liked your new name. Nightingale, I've been waiting for you to return, surely you must 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 late to save her?"

When he heard her talk about this, Nightingale's spirit immediately began to rise 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 explain in detail his experience during his stay in Border Town, where he had been,

“Border Town is ruled by Lord Roland Wimbledon, the 4th Prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle.

He was willing to protect all of us, and he also promised, someday, that all the witches in his territory could live life as free people, just like everyone else!”