Walking without a heading, Riya could see Akatosh's face is smeared in anger and rage lust for revenge. After a walk for more than a minute, he stops relinquishing his anger.

"Sorry about that… Could you lead the way to the library?" Akatosh breathed in relief.

She nods and starts walking in a different direction. She realizes Akatosh was funneling his anger towards that man but silently she kept her mouth shut.

Arriving at their destination both of them stand in front of a large building. When they step into the building, at first glance all Akatosh could see were books, scrolls, parchments, etc. there were a lot of papers even for a small library to hold. Eyes begin to wander left and right looking at every surrounding, mage and another sorceress seems to be busy working with something as they scavenge every book and parchments.

Unnoticed while observing the place they had already reach at the end of the library and what meets them are parchments and scrolls. Some are new and some are old decaying through time. Akatosh was amazed and at the same time astound while looking at the papers piling orderly.

Randomly searching at every scroll. Riya however, searches for the map of Vashkeil knowing Akatosh was too aroused to examine the scrolls. The first scroll that he pulls shows a different language though there are some translated, and he could read that it was a language that of a goblin. Akatosh wasn't interested in gaining a goblins language so he rolled the scroll and returning it where it was.

Searching and pulling one scroll at every time, all that Akatosh could read was useless for him. I couldn't understand magic, yet he desperately wants to know magic badly. Then out of a sudden.

"Oh, I forgot; I should find some translation about this book," Akatosh says, bringing out the reddish dark book. The book however was dark and evil enough to make him like a necromancer.

Without time to waste Akatosh search and search every book that would show a familiar word the same as this grimoire that he'd loot. But for somehow Akatosh gave up, no books or parchment could unlock little of the book's words.

"I'm tired," Akatosh said leaning down at some chair

At some point, Riya came holding a large scroll its length was half a meter. Placing the map at the table. It looks old but the map was kept a neatly.

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"Here," Riya says pointing at the map.

"This is where the closet volcano is near to this land."

Akatosh looked at the map and a word saying 'Dolvathur'.

"Dolvathur?"

"Yes, it is where the dwarf lives."

"I see… Do you know someplace like a vent where the steam comes out of the ground? And there's this what we called sulfur."

"Sulfur?" She asks.

"Yeah… It's like a yellow substance that smells in an unbelievably bad way. They can be found close to a hot spring. Do know some?"

She took her time thinking. "I don't know but I heard there is a hot spring at 'Dragons Lake'," Riya says, pointing at the map.

Taking a deeper look, the lake seems to be surrounded by four kingdoms. To its north is Starhim the city of slaves. Dolvadish at it south the other elven kingdom. At its west is Mavigrid the city of merchants closes to Maginum the land of the mage. And the last through the east was the empire of Endregar.

'Dragons Lake' was known through its name due to the hot water and the steam that gushes out from the ground. And it's said that a great dragon was the cause of the hot spring and the vent. Akatosh however was skeptical, though what he now lived he takes considerate.

"Okay then, it seems I had got myself a heading," Akatosh says, smiling and happy.

"I?" Riya says somewhat upset.

"Yeah… Well, fine if you want adventure then fine you can come." Akatosh lied, a big fat lie

"Right then! I should make a copy of this"

"Make it three."

--Someplace in a dungeon—

A group of men like a cult is holding some sort of a meeting as they discuss in unison.

"Tsk… Why did she even come?"

"I think we should better keep a low profile. We all know her magic is powerful."

"So, what should we do now?"

"We keep with the plan though; we must avoid her at all cost or else it would be the doom of us."

"Then what should we do with him."

A man who seems to be a royal man a middle-aged man beaten and chained in a wall. He was unconscious for the time being, the place was cold underneath, but the torch makes up a low heat in the atmosphere as rats and insects crawl throughout the place.

"Should we continue or--"

"I think we should."

There were five of them doing some sort of ritual, one man holds an empty bowl while the other holds an enchanted dagger. They gather themselves, lining facing towards the chained man. Two people hold a dagger and a bowl face towards the man.

The man with the dagger cuts the man's wrist while the man places the bowl letting the blood fills the empty bowl. Through the center was an altar, and after placing the bowl filled with blood, a magic circle appeared shining in dark purple light.

"It's done." The man smiles.

A chosen man step forward drinking the blood until nothing was left. After which he kneels to the ground dropping the bowl as his face, body even his voice change. A doppelganger but it was no ordinary doppelganger.

"You won't get away with this!" The chained man spoke he was now awaked from his slumber.

"Ho… so you're finally awoken, no matter it is useless, but we will keep you alive only for this time." The man said who seems to be their leader.

"GAHHH! " Cries the imprisoned as the man sends an electric bolt, sending him to sleep once again.