Congratulations, my little pet! You succeeded in killing the Supreme. I knew you had it in you and now for your reward. I release you as my resurrected. It’s not an easy dark magic spell to do, but a promise is a promise. You are now only a witch. You will no longer be able to see into the astral plane. Only, oh! What’s that? Are you already starting to feel funny? Have a pang in your chest? I didn’t know it would kick in that fast. How curious. You see, releasing you comes with a little catch. My magic was what was keeping you alive and, without it, well, I’m afraid you don’t have that much time. Thirty minutes at most? You probably can’t even make it to the getaway car if there even was one. Now, don’t be mad, my sweets. I promised you that I would make you feel normal again and I have. I promised you that you would no longer be forced to see into the astral plane every waking moment of every day and I fulfilled my end of the bargain. I wish you could enjoy it for longer, but at least in your final moments, you can know that you succeed in getting revenge on the town that had forsaken you. Farewell, little one. It’s been swell and before you go, mind passing along a little message for me? Tell what is left of the Council, the Catalyst is coming and, if you’re not afraid yet, you will be.















