Chapter 162

Varga tilted her head, her gaze mocking. “…Silas is long gone. You won't find anyone down there.”

Bad feeling hit me.

We descended into the underground chambers anyway. The deeper we walked, the colder the air became, smelling of damp earth and old iron. Finally, we reached the prison room.

Empty.

The heavy iron chains hung open. The stone cell was completely abandoned.

Nathan stared at the open restraints, his face darkening. “…What the hell?”

Varga’s laughter echoed off the dungeon walls, sharp and gleeful.

“You destroyed the curse rotting inside him,” her smile widened cruelly. “When you drained Silas, you took the Moon Goddess’s decay into yourself.”

The words from the Fates snapped back into my mind. Balance restored. “No…”

“And then,” Varga continued, nodding toward Zynair, “through this idiot, you healed him.”

Zynair went pale. “What?”

“The dagger Alpha Titus used against Silas was