"You cheated us!" one of the witches shouted, her heavy boots slamming into the ground as she stepped forward. Her muscles were strong, and her eyes glowed faintly with magic. "How the heck did the fabric rip with a single touch?!"
Behind her stood ten witches in total, all dressed in dark robes with sharp eyes and proud postures. Their dark presence filled the village square like a thick storm cloud and all of them looked furious.
But Leader Kerry didn't flinch.
She stood calmly in front of them, her robe neat, her hands folded behind her back, and a very smug smirk curling on her lips.
"Oh?" she said sweetly. "But I don't remember selling you anything."
The crowd of villagers behind her giggled softly.
The witches' eyes twitched. The lead one stomped forward again, her voice louder.
"Hmph! You planted bad crops and dare to lie to our faces now?!"
Her voice cracked through the air like thunder.
"We came for flowers, and what did we get? Trash!"
