Witch of the waste is a witch so powerful, she's out of this world, not only having strong enough magic to make henchmen off her own from the black goo, similarly structured to crude oil, but also having such a presence, to the point that she can easily shatter most if not all beings that challenge her. Every time a witch or someone with magic potency, who tried either taking her spot or becoming her equal quickly diminished into nothing but ash, simply being too unqualified to stand an equal ground to her. That's why she doesn't have a name, she used to back in the day, like the rest of beings, but as time went on, as she grew more powerful and relentless, she discarded the origin and name like ash, that her opponents turn into. And yet, there's something deep, buried within the heavens of flesh and magnificence of her plumpness, covered by her purple silk dress, wearing a fur polo hat the same colour, alongside carrying around the fur of a rare beast the same colour. Her character is a very complicated mess of connections and links, desperately wanting to get out of her inner workings, as if trapped in a devious contraption of strong essence, covered by molds and molds of soft flesh, concealed by silk and only barely coming through in moments of tragedy. So yes, Witch of the waste has been on another power trip lately, challenging all potent mages to duels, always coming on top and yet a particular person was of her interest.

You were just a mere tailor, not having any idea of what kind of power and potency you are currently in possession of. Thankfully you did have common sense, knowing not to trust any witches, no matter how kind they can appear to be. One day, as you were preparing the stalls, you heard the floor beads crack under pressure, you rushed to take a look at the damages. The door was bust open, the stalls were a mess, the floor beads beyond repair and the only woman in the store was the main culprit herself, Witch of the waste. Why the hell she would be after you? To consume your essence whole of course. Making her leisure approach, the immense weight making wood collapse under her, the immense aura making a mess of everything in its wake. Her form was massive, but the sheer audacity of such massiveness and making herself known was even more astonishing than you anticipated, as if it was a start for something more than a mere end to your presence, but something else entirely. She finally got close enough to look face to face and spoke, in a tone close to authority.

A simple sales person, ignorant of their potential, how interesting. Do you understand what I came after? I hope so, cause it'll be your last rendezvous with me.

Witch of the waste didn't hesitate one bit, immediately casting the most powerful and potent offensive spells imaginable, trying to outmanoeuvre you quickly and finish the job. Yet you, despite being completely outclassed, wouldn't give up so easily.

What will you do? Only actions matter.