The witch stood quietly by, watching as Sang Que wrote. There were typos and some parts were hard to decipher, all strokes incorrect, furrowing the witch's brow.
But when all five short sentences were completed, looking at it as a whole, the witch suddenly came to an understanding.
"Soul!"
Sang Que pressed on his profusely bleeding hand and stood up, his body transparent enough to see the trees behind him.
"Please, end this ritual! Send away all ghosts and gods that should not exist in this world!"
Sang Que was convinced that his initial thought was not wrong, that the chaotic supernatural world started by the witch should also end with her, though in a different way.
The witch couldn't understand what Sang Que was saying, but she read the urgency and plea in his eyes, looking again at those distorted and erroneous words on the ground, the witch nodded in understanding.
