The next morning, they headed back to the building. The room was empty. They must have taken all the equipment to Greyge's layer, Nala rushed inside.
I wondered where that was. Cypher lifted an abandoned machine and threw it aside angrily, and he growled. John held that, based on time, Greyge couldn't bring his children to life until the sunset calmed Cypher down.
The sets are in two hours. We've been looking away for more than four hundred years. Nala interrupted.
Yes, I wasn't around for the first four hundred years, now, was I? John asked, staring at her.
They head back to the library. Alright John, what have you learned? Cypher asked and followed him.
Viscount Greyge was the son of Val-Leros De-Elda, the son of his ancestor. John stared at Nala holding an ancient picture of Val-Leros De-Elda.
Everybody knows that. Who doesn't? Nala asked and turned to Cypher.
Oh well, according to this graphic, it all started when Greyge was a murderer. John pulled out another ancient graphic image, running around.
Do you know who murdered him? Cypher asked. No, this is a big reference to the left hand of God, and in forty-sixty-two, when Greyge died, he made a covenant with the Devil. John pulls out more graphic images showing the two of them.
He had given him a new life, Cypher said dryly as he stared at the picture. But the only way he could sustain that life was by drinking the blood of others. Nala cut in.
Hey, excuse me, are you going to help me tell the story? John interrupted. Sorry, they both said at once.
Your ancestors have insole these evil creatures, went to Rome to seek forgiveness, that when the bargain was made.
He was to kill Greyge and return for the eternal salvation of his entire family. Right down the line to you, John pulled out a bigger graphic image.
But he couldn't do it. As evil as Greyge was, my ancestors couldn't kill his son. Nala grabbed the picture.
So he managed to write it in an icy fortress, sending it to a door. For his serenity return, John handed a book over to Cypher.
And then the Devil gives him wings. Nala said.
Yes! John cut in.
Alright, so where is the silver? They all stared around looking for it. I don't know, John said.
But when his ancestor couldn't kill his son, he left clues, so that future generations might do it for him. John tapped the wall, and it opened and revealed an ancient graphic image of two men facing each other with swords. He stared at Nala.
It must be why my father was looking for him here, clues to Greyge's location. She stared at both of them.
Cypher looked towards the wall and took a step forward. The door' the door! Of course, he tossed the books and picture to John and rushed close to the wall that had Latin words written on it.
So your father spent hours sealing these paintings, trying to find Greyge's layer. I think you were right. Quickly, I think this is the door, he just didn't know how to open it. Cypher touched the wall, staring at the Latin words.
Well look, Latin description, maybe it was a painting in the tower. John pointed at the wall.
If this were a door, my father would have opened it long ago. Nala walked close to Cypher.
I can't finish this description, there's a piece missing, John said.
Cypher pulled out a scroll from his pocket and opened it. His father didn't have this, so he turned around to Nala.
Where did you get that? She asked.
John finished it, Cypher handed it over to him.
John fixed the missing piece on the wall and read out the Latin word. The map on the wall sparkled from trace to trace.
In the name of God, open this door, Cypher said, staring at the wall. The door opened, and they could see their reflections through it. They stepped backwards.
A mirror, John steps forward.
Greyge had no reflection in a mirror, Nala said. But why? Cypher asked.
Maybe the door was not a mirror at all. John stared at Cypher.
Cypher walked closely and pulled his hand inside the mirror, and it passed through.
It's cold, and it's snowing. He smiled and pulled his hand.
He rushed, grabbed a burning fire, and stepped in front of the mirror. See you, on the other side, he paused, be careful. Nala touched his chest.
Cypher passed through his mirror, and it was snowy and windy. Nala grabbed a burning fire, pulled out her hand, and pulled her inside alongside him.
They saw a big castle. Castle Greyge, Nala stared at Cypher. They turned around, but John wasn't behind them. They went inside the castle.
John pulled his two hands forward, holding his fire, shut his eyes, opened them, and saw some skeletons. He got scared and tried to run back to the wall, but the mirror was locked. He couldn't pass through it again. He rushed to meet up with Cypher and Nala.
They walked towards Greyge's castle. Do we have a plan? It does have to be willing, if we should make up a plan. It will be nice, John said dryly.
We have to go in there and stop Greyge, Cypher said. And kill anything that gets in our way, Nala interrupted.
Well, you let me know when that goes. John tried to leave, but Cypher gripped his clothes and dragged him back.
He gripped Nala and John and jumped inside the castle holding both of them. Oh, that wasn't bad, John smiled. Cypher growled, his eyes turned green.
He regained consciousness of himself, and Nala and John walked close to him.
We had better get moving. He walked ahead of them.
They saw thousands and thousands of Greyge's offspring. So are all those, John stammered.
Yes, Nala cut in.
Things Greyge's children?
Yes! Cypher interrupted.
Amon walked out of the room angrily talking to himself. Amon, do this, Amon, do that! He turned around and was shocked to see them. How did you find…? It is impossible.
He tried to run, but Cypher shot his blade at him, and it struck him on the wall.
Please don't kill me, he said in a weak tone.
Why not? Cypher gripped his neck, staring at him. He couldn't breathe.
Drew yelled and it distracted them. They rushed and saw Drew being tortured. He was chained up inside a huge piece of ice.