I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

The crimson flames reflected the sky a scarlet red as if a hideous scar had been burnt above the clouds.

Although she didn’t know how to judge the level of psychic fluctuations, she knew whoever just cast that spell was somebody terrifying.

‘That mantra… It’s similar to mine.’

‘Was she doing it on purpose?’

She could feel someone powerful hiding in that building.

However, there was a great distance between them, and coupled with the barrier of steam and mist, she couldn’t see whoever it was clearly.

Withdrawing her gaze, she slowly raised her hands and secretly tried to recall the spell the other girl recited.

Thankfully, she noticed that casting spells in her dream took no toll on her body.

So, she tentatively interpreted that the mysterious girl let her know the stronger version of her own spell.