You smile grimly. There's a simple way to check on your amulet. You reach out to the spirits of the oaks. "May you use your roots to bring me the chest that was on my table? I'm sorry for the fire today, and I will not bother you again if you grant this request."
Leaves rustle, and something groans beneath the ground.
Slowly, a hand made of gnarled roots pushes from the ground, depositing a dirty chest before receding. The chest's lid is snapped off, and the cavity is full of soil. Your heart drops. You rush to the chest, digging frantically for the amulet.
It's not there.
The fire wasn't an accident. Someone stole your amulet. Burned your home and stole your FUCKING link to magic.
There's only one place people live nearby. The village. Time to pay them a visit. Whoever did this will regret pissing off a witch.
Kick down the doors (Go to Chapter 56)
Teleport (Go to Chapter 57)
Just torch down their stupid village and be done with it (Go to Chapter 58)
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Witch Path
FantasiaEver 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...
