The night was deep, and the moon hung high.
On the pitch-black edge of the cliff, the Little Witch hugged her knees, her head resting on them, a look of utter bewilderment on her face.
Why? I was clearly preparing to do something bad. But each time the critical moment came, I couldn't help but relent. Could it be? Do I really lack the talent to become a great Great Demon God?
At that thought, sadness surged within her. Her lips pouted, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.
Just then, she suddenly raised her head, her gaze alert as she looked into the night behind her. "Who's there? Come out."
"Indeed, a curious little thing…"
TAP.
Accompanied by a light chuckle, the sound of footsteps followed.
