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It was deeper in the dense forest, where the heavy mist already completely obscured one's vision. Elegantly dressed women emerged from the mist, opening their eyes to behold the array of curiously shaped tents in front of them, with ladies of various heights and builds displaying peculiar merchandise—on counters, on carpets, or in their palms.
A few loud hawking cries, clusters of figures engaged in conversation before the tents, and eyes brimming with timidity and curiosity—this was the Witches' Gathering.
Before leaving, Nacia had marked the areas designated for the Witch of Death's kin to stay. This was necessary to prevent friction with other groups and to avoid tarnishing the image of the hostess of the meeting, the Vengeance Witch.
Lily did not urge the witches to hastily join in.
