**CHAPTER FORTY ONE**
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**TWO AND A HALF MONTHS LATER**
The scent of cracking wood burning and roasted meat sizzles in the air. The night is loud with laughter and roars of dragons as they drink deeply from their thick animal hide containing ale and wine.
"Smaller kingdoms are being wiped out by this black magic, and more dragons are reported to be missing. The killings paused when you went to investigate, and now that you are back, the dark cult seems to have found their courage again…" Amendiel pauses when he notices that his cousin doesn't seem to be paying attention.
"You seem to find something over there more interesting, cousin," Amendiel comments, noticing Ignavar's deep scowl. An amused smirk plays along his lips as he follows Ignavar's gaze.
It doesn't take long for Amendiel to find what Ignavar is focusing on so intently and what has him so tense.