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Emerging from the depths of the underworld, Dax carried the elixir of immortality, its power coursing through his veins. The weight of the witch's prophecy still hung in the air, casting a shroud of uncertainty over his heart.

Returning to his pack, a dark silhouette of a large man was lumbering across the wall towards him.

Dax was cautious for a moment and gripped the handle of his sword in case things go the other way round.

His eyes couldn't recognize the strange figure, h taught he was having hallucinations only to find his father waiting anxiously. The burden of his people weighed heavily on his shoulders, and the news of Aria's demise had only added to his worries.

Dax approached his the figure which turned out to be his father's apparition, the elixir clutched tightly in his hand, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and doubt.

"Father, I have returned with the elixir. But Medusa's utterance continues to haunt me. She spoke of true happiness forever eluding me. Is