"No witch had ever harmed us. It is our fear that has won again and again and just for our false sense of security we have hunted them and killed them." a strange Heavy and suffocating silence blanketed the plaza.
Some villagers turned pale, others shifted uncomfortably, as if the truth had just peeled back their masks of humanity. No one dared to speak for a long time. Their eyes flicked between Eron, Liliana, and Olivia, as if seeing ghosts among them. Ghosts they have created themselves, but they have no strength to face them.
Eron's legs trembled again, and this time his father moved swiftly, placing a steadying hand on his son's back. The old man looked smaller than before, shrunken under the weight of truth and years of guilt. Wordlessly, he guided his son through the stunned crowd. The villagers instinctively made their way, looking at them still as if they were watching a nightmare unfolding.
