Back then, she had been at her wit end and she had thought that things were going to end badly.
Of course, she had realized that these were witches, and she had heard the old tales, even reading about them in books.
A group of humans that believed and worshipped the old King, Solomon as their god, believing that he was the grace that they needed to take back their lands.
When she was little, she had thought they were myth. After all, Witches were still humans, and not having lands in any sub planes meant that they had no where to call home.
Legends had it that they had once stood against one of the nine Primordial demons and were one of the crucial factors for the sealing of the Royal Leviathan Family after serving them in secret, of course.
Of course, this was the family known as the Corpse keepers. The same undead that had sponsored the power of the Undead commander that had nearly taken her life.