Two orange fireballs crisscrossed in mid-air, tracing elegant arcs like a deformed cross, or perhaps like a sharp pair of scissors.
The firelight fell.
A roaring fire instantly rose from the woodpile, illuminating the previously dim grounds to daylight, the dark red light dancing, reflecting off the bizarre masks like an impressionistic watercolor painting of mottled oddities.
The crowd gathered around the woodpile suddenly dispersed outward, leaving an extremely obvious open space between the woodpile and the people.
The drumbeat of "Dong Dong" sounded from somewhere, causing the bonfire to tremble rhythmically.
Accompanied by the ancient and strange chant, a group of figures with fluffy tails appeared hand in hand, circling the bonfire, performing the ancient Witch Ritual dance.
The black cat's eyes widened instantly, it couldn't help but step forward, almost tumbling off the tree.
