In the 212th year of Babylon.
Medusa, the genius disciple of Circe, founder of the Rose Sect, possessed remarkable talent and extraordinary cunning. She infiltrated the Babylonian kingdom disguised as a righteous witch, secretly learning the wisdom of the two great witches.
After three years, she stole all their knowledge and openly established a kingdom atop the Balchik Mountains, named the Kingdom of Rose, declaring it a realm of female supremacy.
In the royal palace of Babylon.
"Those degenerate witches who violate the Three Laws—lustful, depraved, wicked, and cowardly rats hiding in shadows—dare to build a nation and proclaim themselves as the true heirs of the Three Witches?"
Lilith, the incomparably beautiful queen, clad in dark blue sorcerer robes, a crown of fresh flowers on her head, and holding a staff of black wood, became furious. Her terrifying spiritual force erupted violently, causing the air itself to tremble.
Countless witches in the hall trembled under this immense spiritual pressure, their faces turning pale.
"My Queen, then what should we do?" one of the witches cautiously asked.
"War! Only war!!"
Lilith struck her staff upon the ground, causing transparent ripples to surge outward—a manifestation of the level-four sorcery, "Ripple of Sound," passed down from Cassandra, the Witch of Spring. Her voice echoed throughout the entire kingdom.
"War! Only war!"
"War! Only war!"
…
In the 213th year of Babylon.
Lilith led over a hundred witches to attack the Kingdom of Rose in the Balchik Mountains. Mountains crumbled, forests collapsed, and blood soaked the earth. Countless powerful witches fell in the war.
The grievances of the previous generation of Three Witches continued onto their successors, Lilith and Medusa.
The war lasted a full eight years.
In reality, the evil witches under Circe had accumulated terrifying strength. Although numbering fewer, with only about seventy witches, their forbidden practices granted them far swifter progress, making each significantly stronger than traditional witches.
The Kingdom of Rose was no longer weaker than Babylon.
One day, Medusa, after years of preparation, finally broke through into the fifth level of sorcery. Lilith and her forces were swiftly crushed and forced to retreat.
At higher levels, even a single step in sorcery represented a gap as vast as between species.
After breaking through, Medusa did not pursue the fleeing Lilith. Instead, she calmly stabilized her newfound powers. Three days later, she stepped alone into Babylon.
The entire kingdom trembled.
"You righteous witches cultivate too slowly. I have broken through, yet Lilith remains stagnant! If it weren't for Circe's hesitation to harm her old companions, the kingdom of Babylon would have fallen long ago!"
"The grievances of the last generation ended with their deaths. My teacher cherished old friendships, but I, as the new generation, will bring all grievances to an end! Today, I have come to rightfully restore the honor of my teacher Circe!"
"Who in this world can fight me?"
Medusa appeared as an innocent young girl in scarlet robes, holding a simple wooden staff. Her figure was shrouded in immense spiritual energy, surrounded by faint blue mist, her eyes blazing fiercely.
She charged into Babylon alone.
Entering the Babylonian palace, Medusa single-handedly challenged an entire nation. Lilith and her 130 witches were instantly defeated.
The gap between levels was simply insurmountable.
"Will you submit now?"
Medusa stood upon the royal throne, gazing down at them. Her overwhelming spiritual pressure surged, causing the palace to quake and the witches' minds to spin.
"Medusa! You infiltrated Babylon, stole the knowledge of our witches—such despicable methods... We shall never surrender! Mere brute force cannot crush our arms nor shatter our spine!"
A royal minister, Selmi, struggled to stand. "Your barbarity cannot force us to yield. The great Creator taught us civilization, not savagery..."
Before she finished, Medusa gently tapped her staff. A horrifying surge of spiritual force erupted, instantly shattering Selmi's body into a gruesome explosion of blood.
"Anyone else?"
Medusa spoke calmly.
"No amount of violence will make us—"
Bang!
Another witch exploded into blood and flesh.
"Speak again."
Medusa's gaze swept across the hall, calm and indifferent.
She had always believed strength was everything. Her teacher, Circe, had been too sentimental; no matter how much she had urged, Circe never seriously fought her former friends. With her teacher's power, she might have subdued even the other two witches. The righteous witches' cultivation was simply too slow.
Now, with the Three Witches gone, Medusa had no more scruples.
To her, how she gained power did not matter. Strength alone justified all.
"Everything must change."
Medusa spoke quietly to the remaining witches. "Surrender, or die?"
"Impossible!"
Puff!
Another witch exploded.
"Medusa, disciple of Circe, out of respect for an old woman who has witnessed the harsh past—please, even if Babylon is soaked in blood, we will never yield..."
Finally, a frail elderly witch stood shakily. She was a living witness of the Three Witches' era, deeply respected, having lived through Babylon's darkest times.
Smack!
A violent shockwave hurled the elderly witch into the stone wall, causing her to vomit blood.
"Anyone else wishes to rely on old age?"
Silence fell upon the scene.
Covered in blood, Lilith stood trembling at the edge of the throne room, bitterly watching this tragedy. She suddenly felt endless grief. She stopped the witches about to protest and murmured softly, "I, Lilith, on behalf of Babylon, choose to surrender."
"My Queen!!!"
Countless witches screamed with grief.
For over two centuries since Babylon's founding, even in their darkest moments, when nearly all men died, the women of Babylon had never surrendered. They willingly faced death, drinking the blood of Evil Eyes. That was Babylon's pride.
But today, that unyielding pride and spine ended in Lilith's hands.
At this moment of surrender, cries of despair filled Babylon. On the streets, witches holding their staffs knelt helplessly, wailing at their own weakness and incompetence.
The entire kingdom echoed with Beethoven's Symphony of Fate, mournfully hummed by the masses without realizing it.
They knew well: unless the Three Witches resurrected, no one could resist this fifth-level sorceress. Babylon would inevitably decline.
Medusa calmly stepped past the injured Lilith, sitting openly on the Babylonian throne, looking down upon everyone.
"From today onward, two kingdoms exist: Rose as master, Babylon as subordinate. Lilith remains queen."
"From today onward, above kings, there shall be an Empress, ruling over both kingdoms, reigning supreme, unquestioned."
"From today onward, the purpose of Babylon is to breed males. Every month, Babylon must provide one hundred men to Rose. Furthermore, the existing sixteen male witches of Babylon's 143 witches will all join my harem as consorts."
…
Unequal treaties were declared through "Ripple of Sound," echoing throughout Babylon.
Countless people mourned and cried.
They screamed, wept, despaired, knowing that the world was entering darkness, and extinction loomed again.
Men clearly understood that from this moment—
—they had once more become mere breeding tools.