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Just as the witch of the hut stared and yet laughed at the Omegas, she witnessed their hairy skin become peeled and their inner skin overlaid upon their flesh and they looked like chain mail.
Thus, the witch of the hut laughed out loud again. It was such that what made her laugh was the fact that the omega was not bothered about the sudden change of their skin but by the agony they experienced within themselves.
Quickly, the witch of the hut went back towards the black pot which was boiling the dark portion and the black smoke. "What should I make you be like?" She muttered, looking strangely into the black pot.
"Yes!" The witch of the hut was excited as if she got an idea from the portion. And strangely, with only a snap of her finger, another wooden cup appeared in her hand and she cupped out a little portion from the pot.
