Chapter 43

The Wicked Witch stood tall as she came to the ruined Village. She looked everywhere, raising her staff with closed eyes to listen to the wandering souls around. She prepared herself, for the good, the bad and the worst. A month had passed since the massacre happened to the Village. It had been quite a long time since Calleb marked the young woman named Accashia.

A month is enough for a pure soul to be tainted. To be filled with fear, remorse and regret. For if the soul hasn’t been harvested by the ram within the time of death — the soul becomes a ghoul. Wicked. Spiteful. Dark.

As the rays of the sun shone down upon the Village, Ursula heard the whispers and murmurs of the soul. And to her surprise, there’s still a lot of wandering souls left.

“As unpredictable as always.” She noted, pertaining to the spirit of the Ram. The master and lord of the underworld. So instead of wondering what souls remained here — she listened intently if the soul she was looking for was still here.

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