Time rolled on to noon.
The unexpected encounter had finally come to a complete end.
The spell previously cast by Catherine had eventually dissipated, releasing the trapped investigators and the witch back to shore.
Even the beast-shaped chunks of flesh scattered in the shallow sea had been painstakingly found by the investigators, one by one, and arranged in order on dry land where the seawater wouldn't reach.
Ronald, to avoid any suspicion, chose not to dive in to retrieve the fragments.
He had stayed on the shore throughout the process.
On one hand, to watch over the badly injured investigator, and on the other, to prevent the likewise wounded witch from escaping.
Thus, the able investigators continued their work, and by the time the last piece was fished out, it was time for afternoon tea.
Walking past the neatly aligned pieces of beast-shaped flesh,
Clark looked at the results before him, then nodded with satisfaction.
His last spell had been a resounding success.
