Behemoth stepped into the witches graveyard. It smelled of incense and dead corpses.
"Uurgh," Valeth groaned, placing his fingers on his nose. "They could use a bath."
Behemoth ignored Valeths comment, he didn't have time to waste with his frantics.
Apparently the remains of his fellow gods were buried somewhere in this disgusting wasteland.
"I'm sure the witches tried drawing power from their corpses," Valeth hinted, following behind him.
"Obviously they failed," Behemoth replied, his voice steady as he observed the graveyard. There were traces of blood and markings that signaled a ritual
"My guess is they all died just from tasting a little portion of their power." Valeth's gaze turned somber then it switched to a crazed look. "Well, what else would you expect from insects."
"Insects that don't mind their business," Behemoth said, coldly. "Must they destroy everything I hold dear."
