The Source of the Witches Was Me All Along

It has been more than 300 years since the Witch Calamity ushered in the apocalypse. The planet beneath their feet has stopped rotating, and people now live through the misery of endless day and endless night. With extreme temperature swings, Dark Witches rule the long night and Day Witches rule the endless day. Only the pitiful people live on the narrow border between them, like a country caught in a lightning war and reduced to a buffer zone. Dark Witches feed on fear, while Day Witches feed on the mind. The two sides are enemies, but both are hostile to humanity. When their fear is devoured, people are scared witless. When their minds are devoured, they go mad, as if suffering from kidney failure. And me... I’m just a lantern bearer in the long night and a parasol in the daytime. I’m only 22, but I’ve been a veteran support-team medic for three years. I swear I joined the team of my own free will, so you have to believe me! Hey, hey, buddy, you can put your gun down now. I’ve finished filming your ad, and I promise I’ll bring them back alive. Hahahahahaha~~ The long night stretches on, and terror draws near! Little ones, I’m hungry. Where’s my emergency ration? No! That’s not me! Who are you? How could I be a witch? I’m human, not a Witch of the Long Night! When I look up again, witches stretch as far as the eye can see. What are they calling me? Mom? Then I look down and see my ample chest, and beneath it, my belly visibly swelling. In no time, it has grown huge and round. The tiny outlines of many babies bulge across its surface, as though they’re eager to come out. “Mom, Mom, when will we be born?” the babies ask.