Witches had always been a secretive community in ancient times.
They kept themselves hidden from the world, never mingling with others. Some believed they foresaw an ominous calamity, one that would plunge humanity into peril—so they chose to stay apart, untouched by worldly affairs. Others whispered that the witches themselves were the very reason Darkness appeared in their world.
Whatever the truth, one fact was recorded beyond doubt: witches never lived among common folk.
"However," Annabelle spoke, her voice carrying the weight of memory, "there were rare times when witches revealed what they could truly do." She paused, her gaze distant as she recalled. "Anyone foolish enough to pry into their domain… either never returned, or came back with an empty head."
Ariana's brows shot up. "Empty headed? Like… senseless?"
