The scene before us is truly indescribable.
The giant female figure is unclothed, her eyes tightly shut, an expression of tranquility on her face, her hands folded together, palms inward, shielding her towering breasts, her skin shimmering with a faint glow, giving her an extremely sacred appearance.
Endless mice are spewed forth from her pulsating orifices, landing in the mass of mice below that serve as padding, quickly changing posture, joining the rest in sleep around the gigantic figure.
This scene is both grand and eerie, with a touch of unsettling beauty.
Anna's face is full of shock: "Madwoman, she's simply a madwoman."
"No, madmen seem normal compared to her. The wildest scientific maniacs I've read about wouldn't use such methods on their own bodies,"
Losa is similarly struck speechless, having conversed with this Witch before, whose speech was clear and organized, with normal human emotions, never appearing capable of doing such a thing.
