Chapter 29: Grapes of Wrath
The Mole's POV
It had worked. The campus had spent the last week in chaos. They had no idea how to handle the gradual collapse of their waste of a society.
The mole had spoken with her grandmother almost every night for the last week about it.
"You're making incredible progress to the cause," her grandmother gurgled through the cauldron.
"Thank you, Grandmother," the mole said, watching as the dark blood bubbled.
"We've already claimed some of the territory in Two Creeks, they'll never recover," her grandmother reported.
Pride swelled in the mole's chest. She hadn't ever done much of anything to make her family proud. She wanted to do something bigger, she wanted to be the most famous witch of all time, a savior to her people.
"I can't wait to see what else you do," her grandmother said, ending the call.