The shawled man stopped brewing his potion as he peered into the crystal orb in front of him. The events that transpired inside the dungeon were beyond his calculations.
But they didn't deviate from the predestined prophecy.
The girl who he had observed since THAT night was now standing alongside the group she was torn from—and was beside the same boy he had given the mana revitalizers. The man who was clad in a dark shawl wondered how it led to this point. The undead queen was before all of them, readying her black magic.
Black magic... Magierstadt believed that they contained it and reduced the malevolence that reeks death within. The researchers were convinced that they constrained and shackled the evil being unleashed by the undead royals... but they were wrong. They miscalculated something.
They only shackled the inside. What of the outside?
