Outside the town by the valley.
With the torrential rain pouring down.
The river's current had become increasingly turbulent.
By the riverbank, the fallen witch lay pale-faced, her eyes filled with fear.
She had run far, but her pursuers had still caught up to her.
By now, her heart had been pierced by Tuck's Sculpting Light Spear, and one of her arms was broken.
"Spare me... I'll do anything for you... anything..."
The witch desperately pulled open her robe, exposing her white, voluptuous body to the washing rain, in a last-ditch attempt to barter her final ounce of worth for a chance to live.
"Bang!"
The witch trembled slightly, her better-looking skull was directly blown open by a shot from Tuck.
Expressionless, Tuck used the Rune Hand to search her body, scavenging everything of value.
The Rune Hand then dragged the corpse into the raging river.
The water quickly submerged it.
