The entrance to Avargan's true hideout loomed before them, a massive doorway carved into the side of the mountain. The air within the cave was heavy with malevolent energy, a testament to the dark magic that had sustained Avargan's illusions.
As they stepped into the cavern, the mysterious figure's voice echoed once more, guiding them through the intricate passages. The cave seemed to be alive with whispers, shadows dancing across the walls as if trying to lure them deeper into the abyss.
"Beware, he is powerful, do not trust what you see easily."
Reign was slightly perplexed at what the voice was telling them.
He had battled against Avargan before, and he had fought him almost evenly. He wasn't able to do much to Avargan, but Avargan was unable to do much to him either when he was in his Nephilim form.
The person speaking to them knew that, he was there when the battle took place, so why was he telling them to be so careful now?
