Chapter 785 - 796 Someone is Waiting for Me
"As the master of Demon’s Domain, Peyton Derrick really never appeared again?" Lancelot was truly surprised this time, "Could it be... those witches stole the master’s position and became the true rulers of this land?"
"My personal opinion? Yes, although ’master’ isn’t quite the right word." Soveris sighed deeply, "It was shortly after that when dead people could appear again, wandering naked through the forests while the hungry wolf packs disdained the fresh flesh. Now, this cursed land has become a prison; the prisoners are us mortals trapped inside, while the witches push their carts, loudly hawking in exchange for the Fallen souls with false promises of happiness and release. According to our observations, ordinary people can indeed resurrect unnaturally after death, but if their souls have sunk into depravity, the next death might bring a true end, vanishing permanently from this land."
"No need to think about it to know, that kind of death is by no means a relief." Kalalin interjected, "The witches are the largest soul traders of the lower planes, selling facial worms transformed from evil souls, and buyers exist on both sides of the Blood War. Demons and Devils need these ingredients that can be transformed into lesser Fiends to keep the war machine known as the Blood War running..."
"What about Raventown?" Lancelot quietly asked, "How do you survive in such conditions?"
"In the first few years, we had intense conflicts with the witches, and of course, there was no suspense—we were no match. The town was overrun by endless undead creatures, and the clan members who died in battle couldn’t be resurrected... This is one of the reasons I’m convinced that the witches are the true rulers of the Demon’s Domain."
"What happened later?"
"The surviving clansmen hid in the forests, licking their wounds like wild beasts, slowly regaining strength." The brunette elf lifted his mug and gulped down a large swig of beer, "Meanwhile, we continuously enlisted those with resolute minds, unwilling to submit. Finally, ten years after the fall of Raventown, we reclaimed our home..."
"What about those witches? Did they not care?"