The witch frowned, leaning forward with a sharp gaze directed directly at Zephyr and Claug. She could tell they weren't lying. Their story was so hard to believe that she couldn't help but smile. She had heard countless stupid tales in her life, but this was the best.
"Are you saying it came here, lay dormant as it slowly blocked the gods' access to us, then went on a rampage?"
She tried to remember the days before things went south, and she could remember countless shrines and temples, relics of a lost age.
The gods never responded to prayer as far as she could remember, so they were considered as nothing but folklore and baseless tales.
Ah... but trying to remember that also brought back memories of those sweet days when she was but a normal witch hiding among people.
A handsome man would come beg her for a cure for his wife, and she would give him a potion, only for the wife to come to her a month later and willingly jump into her boiling pot.
