You hesitate just a moment too long. The thick smoke drives you to your knees. Your flesh crisps and cracks, rising in a thousand blisters. It feels like knives writhing under your skin. You scream until your scorched throat can hold your voice no more.
The last thing you see as you fall to the floor is the blackened body of a fox.
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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...
