*CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE

TOWER OF LIVÁDIA

VARIA'S POV

I hate the dragons for what they have brought upon sister Nika. It is night now, I look through my window and I see our sisters coming from Spiliá coming through the gate. Grindila and Lydia have long gone back to their coven, but Katerina remains. For now, it is like a merge, Spiliá will join us for now until Nika comes back to support our course.

I pick up my cloak and I slot in my hands quickly. It flutters behind me as I approach the dungeon. They are four of them, and I can't tell which room the one named Iasias is.

I reach the door to the first dungeon I halt. The keys are dangling in my hand, but the I don't feel the person behind the door is who I want to meet.

I move to the second door and I still don't feel like slotting in the key. I approach the third door and my countenance changes. I gasp as I place my hand on the door. There is a strong feeling attached to this particular room. I feel like whoever is behind the door holds something of min