"Is there anyone still behind us?" Monica asked, as the setting sun dipped in the west, casting a dull, yellowish light ahead on a stretch of wild forest. "If not, let's rest for a bit."
"No one for now, but there will be soon," the Witch Edith said.
"Damn it all! A bunch of bastards who value money over their lives!" another witch cursed. "I don't want to run anymore, I can't keep this up, I need to rest..."
She sat down on a rock as soon as she finished speaking.
"Gwen, Shasta insists we don't stop," the young witch said.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" Gwen grouched. "Lusa, ever since we escaped from the Holy City last year, you've been on and on about this, my ears are calloused from hearing it. Can't you come up with something new?"
After thinking for a moment, Lusa said, "Let's hurry up."
"I'm not going!" Gwen immediately replied.
The other witches didn't say much more and took the opportunity to regain their strength.
