Chapter 59

After a decade of great floods, fires, and pestilence, and even after the floodwaters receded, Harmony maintained its identity as the center of magic uprisings in the supernatural. One would expect that the lord of the underworld would send his own armies to besiege that citadel of evil and put a stop to it once and for all.

But the elders of witches had their own schemes that no mortal was privy to. And they worked out their will, unafraid of ignorant feral ambitions.

Meanwhile, several miles south of the place of the last witches' discussion, at the foot of the mountain range was an area named Bandalla. It was the home of the Elder Norma's coven, a clan of purple haired witches. They dwelt in a borough of shelters cut from the white rock highlands to appear as faux architectural dwellings. These were not unlike the fortresses of Criselda's coven in the Cold Mountain range, but with considerably less intricacy of construction from whence the spring waters of the Dark Ocean flo