Amidst the silence of the chamber, Chief Gregor took a deep breath before he spoke. “Your father was a brave and wise king … genuinely loved by all his people.” “I was there in Crown Galacer when the Legion attacked eighteen years ago. The bloody war had dealt a devastating loss for the north … He fought, Arth … He fought in the front lines,” the Chief paused to give a sad smile, “Lucas told your father he’s supposed to hide and evacuate … but he refused. King Letholdus had chosen to become a hero … a true brave king as he defended the people of Glacia. He sent your mother, Queen Diana, who’d also been pregnant with you, away from the war as much as possible.” Arth just listened, his head down, looking at his bloody hands. He had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from crying again. “Terrowin had planned it all long before. He too

 “Did the humans win?” “Yes. However, there had been no record of how the humans won, Arth. But most people believe that it had something to do with the three Power Crystals … given by the Adentus—” “Wait … Adentus?” Jade sighed. “They are the three Supreme Deities … the Three Pillars of Divinity … the Three Points of the Triangle … the ones who created our world before the Age of the Empyreal Gods.” “So they’re like the gods of the gods we have now?” “Yes,” Jade replied. “Now back to our subject … the Adentus gave the Power Crystals to the three countries surrounding Galadhor.” “Three countries?” Arth asked. “Is Glacia one of them?” Arth looked at the map. Galadhor

Before the Legion came to attack the north, Stone Glacier had been the home of the Aragon Family … the home of the frost dragons as well. It was once the wealthiest … most powerful city among all places in Glacia, as the mountains in its territory were rich in gemstones, sold at expensive prices for the making of arcane runes and jewels; rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, and more. But it all came into ruins as the demons came out from the portal far north and brought chaos to the lands of Glacia. It wasn’t until the Legion had been forced to retreat to the Underworld that King Terrowin began establishing a base in Stone Glacier Ruins. But the only repair they’d been able to make were the walls … not the entirety of the city. That was all Arth could see as he finally glimpsed the high walls from the horizon. They had indeed fixed the walls, but the cracks and damages were still evident from one’s sharp eyes.&nbs

 Reaching the top of the stairs, Arth finally stepped on the blue crystal floor. The place had a wide and open space, having no walls or roofs, only pillars on the edges. He wasn’t familiar of this temple, built between the Twin Mountains, but he could sense a familiar presence … a familiar energy … lurking nearby. Looking ahead, six tall obelisks had stood, forming a six-pointed star, with a glowing semi-spherical crystal at the center of the floor. “I knew you’d come here …” a voice spoke from one of the obelisks, “nephew …” Arth froze as Terrowin stepped out behind the obelisk, his blue cape dancing wildly from the cold blowing wind. “I know why you’d have to wait for me,” Arth said, glaring at the false king. “I know you can’t open the portal … so you need me just so you can get your unworthy hands on the

 “Cynthia Denvorn,” Kael immediately told the lady at the desk right after he and Tristan entered the Home for the Aged. “May I know your name, sir?” the lady asked, working on a parchment using a quill pen. “Kael Denvorn.” “And you are her … son?” “Grandson.” “Just a moment, sir.” The lady pulled one drawer open under her desk and then took a folder. She opened it, traced her finger on the list of names, and flipped through the pages. Then she stopped and put the folder on the desk. “I’m afraid she’s still having her meal. Can you wait for a moment? I’ll call you when they’ve already taken her back to her room.” The woman smiled as she gestured her hand towards the couches on the side of the lobby. Kael closed h