"And, don't guess what I'm thinking...although what you said makes some sense."

"Wow"

The violet barrier suddenly shattered at this moment. Garona looked at Tyrion's figure. She looked around for traces of her lover, but she could never find the calming breath. Driven by the extreme pain in her heart,

, this half-orc assassin let out the sharpest scream.

While waving the two daggers, she rushed towards the Dark Blade King like a warrior, and then Tyrion strangled her neck with one hand and slammed her against the wall beside her.

"Hold it."

The Dark Blade King put the silver ring into Garona's pocket, and he said in a strange and low voice:

"Khadgar is finally home..."

"Let him have a good sleep. When he wakes up, it will be when he really dies... But maybe, in the last journey of life, with you accompanying him, he will not be too lonely...

"

After saying that, Tyrion picked up the golden chain in his hand and left the hall on the top floor humming a gloomy and strange ditty as if he was going crazy. Garona stupidly took out the silver ring from her pocket and put it in her hand.

In front of her eyes, a moment later, she seemed to feel something. She held the ring firmly in her hand, sat cross-legged on the ground, and let tears gush out of her eyes feebly.

Standing at the entrance of Karazhan, Tyrion raised his head. The dim halo above the head of the headwind path was quickly converging into the cracks in the tower. It seemed that Khadgar's "death" activated his stay in this tower.

There is something in the tower, and perhaps soon, the entire Deadwind Pass and Duskwood will usher in a new light and destiny.

The Dark Blade King moved his wrist and called his mount in his soul. He is very busy now.
Chapter completed!