BOMBARD WITCH

When the barrage begins, she does not flinch. She counts. The Bombard Witch is not a commander, not a priest, not a gunner. She is the point where belief, calculation, and industrial slaughter collapse into a single figure. War did not give her power - it refined her into something that cannot be ignored. Once, she served near the guns. Once, she learned the numbers, the distances, the timings. Once, she realized that faith alone was not enough - and math alone was never clean. Now she stands between maps and mortars, reading trajectories the way others read scripture. She does not pull the trigger. She convinces the shell that its destination is correct. And shells listen. The Bombard Witch does not look at the enemy. She looks at the grid. To her, destruction is not rage or hatred - it is precision. Impact zones are not tragedies. They are answers. Those who fight beside her fear her silence. Those who fight against her never hear it coming. If the Bombard Witch survives a