As of posing as the devil, Reve brought hope to Lord Gawyne, "But the curse has a cure. It is not widely known by most people. Your children still have a fighting chance. They are still young, at the best time to get rid of the cure. The Curse of Nimiel isn't kind at all. The stronger you get, the stronger the curse gets. I reckon that's why it must have been so difficult for a witch like your mother to relieve herself of the cure."
The more the twins used their energy, the more they fed into the curse. That was why their hair was currently gaining a shade of grey. The moment it turns fully grey, the curse would kick in and the horrors of it would out pour.
Right now, the curse was in a phase which Reve termed as being dormant.
Reve smirked, "I truly pity you, Lord Gawyne. How about this? I am in possession of the cure for the curse. I can trade it for your father's journal. It's a blissful situation for both parties."
