Without making much noise, I severed myself from the Church of Razellia, leaving the chaos of my actions to be dealt with by my trusted people. I am sure they will handle it well, though once my plans for the church are in motion, I will be extremely busy dealing with the promises that I made.
I gazed at the beautiful church that spread miles, decorated with beauty and grace. No doubt loads of money was pumped into building it. Several witches kept moving around, each doing their own business. This scene looked really calm and serene, completely different from the bad ending that would take place if 'those' situations came into play.
'Sigh... I really am a scumbag...'
