After the flames of war, the Witch Domain laid in ruins, desolation as far as the eye could see.
A tall, bald Witch clad in battledress and wearing a cloak stepped into a small town, walking down the central path while glancing around.
The town was rather desolate; although not every house was abandoned, at least three to four households were deserted, their owners vanished without a trace.
Most Witches in the town dressed in tattered clothes, many even worse off than Refugees, with much of their skin exposed, relying on Scale Armor and thick hides to fend off the harsh environment.
From the moment the Witch entered the town, many locals poked their heads out, curiously sizing up the newcomer.
Some Witch Clan children were both curious and scared, peeking at this stranger from behind their elders.
