In the Witch Ancestral Land, the sky had turned completely dark.
The people in the square had gone from standing to sitting, and from sitting back to standing again.
But the mosquito on the light screen remained motionless.
Utterly still.
...
"What in the world is it doing?"
Someone finally couldn't help but ask aloud.
"It's supposed to be clearing the trials! There are still two left! What's the meaning of stopping halfway through?"
"Exactly! If it needs to rest, it should come out and rest. What's the point of just staying still in there?"
"It couldn't be... scared, could it?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent for a moment.
Scared?
Some frowned, some grew thoughtful, and some had already begun to nod.
"It's possible. There are still two more levels, and they're even harder than the first. It probably... doesn't dare to continue."
