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The local peasantry would flee in terror and were running for their very lives carrying their very offspring and scurrying away towards the castle. The main wall was utterly decimated and all hell was breaking loose in the kingdom. Their last defense, the Great Wall of Spagonia lay but in ruins, crumbled by the might of the monster. Their only salvation was to pray to Gaia and to flee towards Castello di Spagonia. Where the king's army of valiant knights would be stationed.

While the forces of the king did all they could, hurdling volleys of rocks from yonder trebuchets at the witch, and firing arrow after arrow from the surviving archers upon the wall at the witch, t'was all to no avail. The huge boulders would just bounce off her massive body and the puny arrows they would let fly would merely get lodged in her massive dress. All the while she would press forwards.

Aurelia had one thought on her mind that night, revenge. She would make the kingdom pay. For every witch hunter they sent after her, for every accusation of witchcraft, for every bit of torment that she had to endure. Now was her night, it was the witching hour and the power of dark magic flowed through her body. She was about to give the kingdom the monster they were searching for. She cared not how many people she stepped on, how much ruin she'd bring to the land. Her target was the king himself. She would make him suffer as much as she did.

"HA HA HA! What's wrong? You all cursed my name as unholy and would not leave me alone! Now, you shall be all given the very monster you wanted!" Aurelia would let out in a boomingly maddened laugh.