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There was a foolish Young Witch who wasn't well looked after following her capture by the organization. She seemed dull and dazed, sitting on a small bed without sleeping. Farosa approached her, sat beside her, and held her in her arms, letting her fall asleep in her embrace.

Witches enslaved by the company was a sight all too common, but how did it all start? If Farosa hadn't killed the gods, the living conditions of these witches would have been vastly different. They would still be a privileged group, enjoying a standard of living far beyond that of humans.

Now, however, it was different, being chosen, sold, plundered, forced to undergo transformation, only here could they find some security.

The fall of the gods, the downfall of the witches, and the domination of humans, all started from her, as she looked over the quiet resting hall.