147 After ritual - Part 5

"How are things going?" I asked Andrew, who accompanied us back to the villagers, leaving Jack behind to take care of the corpse. Though Andrew—very unwillingly—offered his help, Jack refused, saying that he would only be a pain in the neck. He wasn't wrong about that.

"Not very good," he huffed, shaking his head. "We've tried many ways to get some sort of reaction from them, but they stayed still as stone." 

I let out a big sigh, tired that things are yet to be over. I thought everything would be over once we stopped the ritual, but it seems that it won't end as smoothly as I thought. Should we leave them be, those black witches would surely come back and continue the ritual somehow.

"We haven't tried setting them on fire, though," he grinned, half-joking and half-serious. Or was he seriously considering that option? His grin immediately vanished when he saw me glaring at him, quickly adding, "…that will send our purpose straight to the dump, I know."