{I think the people of Dydil know secrets. They were the ones the gods had entrusted the Scroll to and they, too, know a lot about Kratamarhl. Yet, the gods stripped them of magic. Why? I wonder.}
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The cold breeze swept through the street again as they walked, sending chills over Sharen's body though not as cold as the chills that were running down his spine.
The two versions of Kratamarhl's story kept circling in his mind, begging for clarification. It wasn't difficult to know that one of the two was wrong but which one? Sharen felt helpless especially after Narene brought up the issue about the islanders anomaly.
He'd come here hoping to get information on Khlatus but had been dragged into an unwavering discovery that he, too, was a host to an unstable artefact. That realisation alone was enough to make him shudder.
