Something tremendous is pushing through the town. Buildings fall like reeds underfoot as a wave of destruction heads toward you. Rising smoke forms a trail toward the square.

With a final, spine-snapping convulsion, the witch dies. The wailing sound stops. Just the crackling of the fire and the low murmur of the townspeople remains. The silence is shattered by screams and a building being pushed to the ground.

Up the street you see a massive shape snap a building in two. It's heading for the square.