Around the long table, the Great Witches of the witch gathering were engaged in a tactical meeting.
"The Lurin people? Never heard of them," Habanis said, her hand propping her cheek, "With such a perverted method of worship, which Evil God do they venerate?"
"That is no Evil God, but the Wilderness King who fell five hundred years ago, the divine wolf that bore the mantle of life. The last tribe of Lurin people disappeared around then," Abigail answered her question.
"You're kidding. Those who worshiped the Wilderness King in ancient times were those druids who enjoyed what they called 'the grand harmony of life,' weren't they?" Habanis frowned, "I remember these people being quite tolerant of other faiths. Would they indulge in such a vile hobby as live animal barbecues?"
