Here rings the next bell and another step forwards towards the great beast. The bells sound, roaring a great destruction. Gothic spires decay in the moonlight all while the Witch bleeds. Her eyes wide on the beast.
The woodsman brings the witch into his world, showing her skills, survival, and ways forgotten. He watches on quietly as she attempts to construct one of the walls to the cabin, instructing only when needed. His heart swells and nods.
Pounding the stakes into the earth, you lay your foundations. Chopping wood, you blister your hands if only to give you shelter from the cold. And you can feel it; the storm is coming.