The Witch stood at the very summit of the mountain, the emitter pouring out wave after wave of Madness into the air and atmosphere around her. The thick woolly coat wrapped around her shoulders made it look like she was wearing a jacket, but it was anything from the truth as the dark grey wool was almost white from the snow. Icicles hung from the long horns protruding out from either side of her skull, but the Witch paid it little mind as she watched the struggles below.

They were coming. The Witch could see through the thick and harsh wind to witness Shibusen attempting to scale the mountain. She had been waiting for them. Ever since the Shibusen dogs had destroyed the first emitter, they had been watching, waiting, in order to lure them here. And they had come like the imbeciles they were.