Solving Population Crisis

"W-What are you planning to do?" Ophelia stammers, her voice trembling as she watches me approach her with unyielding confidence, my steps steady and deliberate.

"To solve the Witches' problem, starting with you, of course," I reply, my voice calm. "I want to plant my seeds inside you. You're not so bad, after all, and it's not like you're unable to bear a child anymore." The distance between us shrinks as I speak, but Ophelia retreats step by step, her eyes wide with surprise. I also move cautiously, aware of the gamble I'm taking right now. Her reaction will determine if I will pass or smash.

"W-What do you mean?" she stutters again, her voice laced with confusion.