Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Ring’s Power

The daylight defeats by the dark grey clouds surrounding the entire sky like a kingdom conquered by invaders. His voice echoes from the woods, rivers, mountains everywhere like a hollow voice from the deep side of the world. It makes the birds and other animals rattle and scramble. It vibrates the entirety of Alchaeron and it brings forth the horror of terror amongst the living in that place. The darkness eventually killing the light and stressing out the presence of living consumes with fear.

“My apology sir, but─” Enrico cuts off.

“HOW DARE YOU TO RUDELY RESPOND THE KING OF THIS ANCIENT CITY!” the head leaders of dwarves and elven ghosts respond angrily.

“Pardon masters but the boy spilled the ring accidentally in that fountain. We apologised for our sudden intrusion in your deep slumber. Please let us free to go." reasons out Eldron, explaining and pacifying the situation.