CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE : DRUMS OF WAR

Hyperion's boots crunched against the fallen leaves as he stepped into the heart of Silverwood forest. The ancient trees rose around him seemed alive, it was almost like they were looking at him, their towering branches woven together to form an intricate canopy. He always felt so uneasy whenever he was in Silverwood. He knew that the traces of dark magic within him made the forest spirits unwilling to welcome him,he however liked the ambiance of the Forest, It was a place of enchantment, he made his way to the centre of the forest where he found Seraphina.

She stood there, her silver hair shimmering in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the leaves and a wry smile played on her lips. "Hyperion, you've arrived just in time," she said, Hyperion could tell that She had been expecting him.

Hyperion took a moment to absorb the surroundings, then turned his attention back to Seraphina. "You've done something extraordinary here.

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