"After the battle, the witch tribe collect the heads of the enemies of the men they have killed, hanging them around on the outskirts of the forest, thereby marking their territory and intimidating an accidentally wandering wanderer. invasions of armies of people, remained forever unknown and forbidden, for everyone there is waiting for inevitable death. ritual orgies and pleasure ... and every time, there is a drunken fool who considers this legend attractive and goes into the thicket without returning ... " An excerpt from the diary of an unknown merchant-traveler.