She was the Iron Witch —a living paradox. A creature of cold metal who commanded forbidden blood magic.
Then, there was only the dark. And the clicking . koutetsu no majo annerose
She stood on the executioner’s platform, not on her knees, but defiantly upright. Her wrists were bound not with rope, but with magnetic clamps designed to suppress "Arcane Resonance." The crowd—a sea of black coats, polished brass goggles, and expressionless masks—cheered. She was the Iron Witch —a living paradox
She was no longer a witch who used magic. not on her knees