Ding dong! The witch is dead. Blake showed up as soon as he heard the echoing burp from within the workshop. He almost fell asleep waiting out there, but Circe was ultimately defeated by the most basic need for sustenance.
Faith told him to take a sip from the cowplant's udder once Circe was swallowed and while initially he felt grossed out by the idea, he was too excited about his oppressor being gone to be picky.
Turns out vengeance tastes like a plant-based milk. It made Blake feel rejuvenated, but also weirdly thrilled about "liquidating" people who cross him...









