CHAPTER HUNDRED AND EIGHTY : CASTLE BLACK

Hyperion quietly made his way through the dark tunnel, the cobwebs sent chills down Rey's spine.

"I don't like this place", Rey said.

"It wasn't always like this", Hyperion said.

"What do you mean?", Rey asked.

"The land of iron used to be a lively place and it had a great city thriving.

It used to be the home of mages", Seraphina said. "My mother was from that city, the city of Andor"

'So what happened then? How did it become this hellish place that sucks all life that ventures into it", Rey asked, her interest rising.

"Lycaon... he revived the darkness", Deucalion said.

Rey paused for a while. There is something that doesn't quite make sense. And it has been a recurring theme in all of this.

"What is that?", Seraphina asked.

"You say that Lycaon reviver the dark magic, So it was already here. Wasn't it?", Rey asked.

"Yes, the darkness and its magic has been here for eons. Long before the first humans walked the earth and long before humans became touched by the gods to bear other f