Wilma stood amidst the flames, her expression one of utter despair.
She looked at Rick, the man she once cherished, and her voice was laden with sorrow.
âRick, why are you doing this? I was ready to leave you in peace with Laurel.
Why resort to such cruelty?â
Rickâs response was cold and detached.
âTo me, youâre potential threats.
If youâre not with me, you might turn against me.
Itâs safer to remove such dangers early on.
â
With that, he instructed his men coldly, âWatch them closely.
Ensure none escape, or theyâll bring us future troubles.
â
A sorrowful smile crossed Wilmaâs face.
âRick, my love for you is true.
I would never harm you.
Please, let us go.
We promise not to seek vengeance against the Thorn Edge Pack.
â
The firelight cast a flickering glow on one side of Rickâs face, while shadows hid the other.
His expression was icy.
âLove can easily turn to hate.
Eliminating you is the surest way to prevent that.
â
His words implied no escape for the half-blood witches.
Wilma shuddered, a look of despair in her eyes.
She smiled faintly, touching her stomach, a glimmer of affection passing over her features.
âRick, Iâm carrying your child,â she declared solemnly.
Yet Rickâs stance didnât waver.
With a look of scorn, he replied, âI have my own family.
I donât need a child tainted by witch blood.
â
His words crushed the last of Wilmaâs hopes.
In that moment, she fully understood the extent of Rickâs betrayal and cruelty.
Wilmaâs Laughter echoed through the forest, a sound filled with self-mockery and disillusionment.
Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she looked at Rick, her expression a mix of deep sorrow and bitterness.
Overwhelmed by despair, she yelled, âSo this was all a cruel joke.
How could you be so heartless, Rick?â
The dense smoke veiled her face, smothering her tears and casting a dark shadow over her already grim expression.
She felt no desire to continue living.
In that instant, her spirit was utterly crushed.
Yet, as the supreme witch, her followers refused to abandon her.
Her loyal witches, whom Wilma had always protected, rallied to her defense, chanting, âGuard the supreme witch!â They encircled her, placing her at the core of their protective circle.
But the wind intensified, and the fire grew more ferocious, consuming everything mercilessly.
The witchesâ screams filled the air as they were consumed by the flames.
Their skin burned away, revealing bone that turned black in the intense heat.
Eventually, only a field of charred bodies remained.
The immense sorrow and rage compelled Wilma to bite her lip until it bled.
She screamed, her voice filled with pain and a tear of blood rolling down her cheek.