Your feet are moving of their own accord. You sprint forward, duck under the burning frame, and enter the blazing hut. Immediately your chest constricts, and you cough. Stinging smoke brings tears to your eyes, running down your face. You feel burns gathering along your bare arms and you reflexively cry out.
There are shapes in the smoke, what will you do?
Look down (Go to Chapter 26)
Nothing (Go to Chapter 27)
Save something (Go to Chapter 28
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Witch Path
FantasyEver wanted to be a forest witch? Vengeance or restoration? Mercy or malice? You choose. From dialogue choices to the fate of the world, you are in control. Take your revenge or forgive, move in the shadows or chat with townsfolk, save the world. Or...
