'Again with the underworld.'
Northern had been noticing it for a while now. Underworld.
What did it mean?
But he refused to ask Sura, knowing very well it could ruin the progression of their conversation right now.
Instead, he chose to confirm something else.
Lingering for a second before he asked.
"So, if this place was an exile for you, does it mean you alone were here from the beginning?" Northern's eyes squinted as he awaited Sura's answer.
"Of course. I molded the red walkers from the volcano, as I did with the white walkers from the glacier mountain. Distorted the concepts of this realm and made everyone believe Ulzred and Alana are needed for the rift to be defeated."
Northern shook his head, his brows slowly furrowing as Sura continued.
