The High Priestess stepped closer, her voice soft but clear, carrying through the vast chamber like a gentle tide.
"We have seen the changes, Olivia." she said in a low voice, "The village had changed. The land that once hunted us, burned us, buried us in fear is looking at us as if we are different now. We walked through the streets, cloaked in silence, and we saw how they look at us now. with less hate, more uncertainty and more than that a hope. A few even whispered apologies and you have brought this change for us, Olivia."
She looked at her not with pride, but with something more profound, a heart full of reverence.
"You, who chose to walk among humans when we would have torn them apart. You, who bore their scorn and still planted seeds of change. You gave them something none of us could: a chance to see us as more than curses in the dark. For that, we honor you."
Around the hall, murmurs of agreement rippled among the witches.
