The gathering neared its end a few days later, leaving only the final act, a program earlier conveyed to various Witch groups through each Witch Mother. An affirmation of oneself, a vision for the future.
On a night when the moonlight was obscured by a thick fog.
Lily and the Witch of Death had already packed up their tents. Aside from agreements reached during the Witch Mother council with other groups, the Witch of Death had hardly welcomed a new member, fortunately, they had intended to stay out of it all along. Just as Lily had said, what the Witch of Death needed to do now was to enjoy a ridiculous performance about dreams and idle talk brought by the Matriarch Sesela of the Vengeance Witch, after which they could applaud to show their involvement and then return to Andrey to continue playing with the Liches.
