Tracy stared at the atrocities in front of her. The sight alone would have made even the blood of the gods and the goddesses curdle. Humans called this research, while the witches called it revolution. But her? She called it madness. The same madness that had been carried on and on for centuries, without stopping. Centuries of this stupidity, and yet Tracy had a very good hunch that this was not going to stop. Maybe if the goddess of magic had learned her lesson and realized that there was no point in manufacturing any more of these witches with a screw loose in their heads.
Honestly, how many times had she told that woman to take a closer look at the mess her children had made in this world?
"Like a gazillion times already," muttered the white owl.
Yup, she did and look where it has brought her. The development was insane. Catch on to the sarcasm here, okay?
