A series of snores resounded, for the "Wolf Grandmother" who had transformed into a werewolf, after devouring Little Red Riding Hood, representing human nature, and the Big Bad Wolf, representing divinity, lay on the ground sound asleep, relying on the fact that no one could interfere with the ritual's progression.
She didn't even care that half of her house had collapsed due to Byron's fist wind.
A belly so round, with subtle undulations appearing intermittently, as if something swallowed inside was still desperately struggling but unable to escape in the slightest.
Theoretically, once this witch's divinity and human nature were devoured by beastliness, they could never be saved.
When the twisted dark fairy tale digests the normal fairy tale, it would be the birth of another terrifying bizarre.
Heather looked at the witch before her, undoubtedly from the same school although she had little impression of her, and felt a sense of forlorn sadness.
