Weeks passed, and Grey Waste was transformed completely. The damage done from the Great War was completely erased. The witches came and rebuilt the city using the blueprint I created. I had Ivy be the one to communicate with the witches.
They were paid in blood, my blood. They were also told that the lamia queen was the one ordering the repairs, as she planned to live beside the ghouls.
While the reconstruction was underway, I hid out where the lamias used to live so I wasn't found, since there was a manhunt going on for me already. After a few weeks, everything was completed.
The witches had refused to create the barrier I wanted around our settlement, but apart from that, everything seemed perfect. It was designed in a way to accommodate the lamias' specific needs.
I was currently sitting in my room contemplating my next move when I heard the sound of heavy breathing coming from outside my room, and then a knock came on the door.
"Come in," I instructed to whoever was outside.
