Chapter 25 The final chapter

When Aballister died, waves of pain rolled over Druzil, the pain one would feel only after losing the familiar of a magician master.Unlike most familiars, Druzil managed to survive the ordeal, and when the pain finally subsided, the imp frailly descended the trail east of the Snowflake Mountains. "Banne Thelemara, Aballister." It grumbled under its breath, muttering the words over and over again, against its own growing fear.It is not difficult for this clever little devil to guess who defeated Aballister, and at the same time, it is not difficult to understand that without Aballister, even if the Trinity Wall is still there, its role in the entire conquest plan It also came to an abrupt end.For a moment it wanted to go back to the castle and see if Dorigen was still alive.It dismissed the idea immediately, reminding itself that Dorigen didn't like it much.

But where should it go?Druzil thought.An imp who switches allegiances is not so easy to find its wizard master, nor are the gates that would allow it to return to where it really belongs—those smoky, dark places.In addition, Druzil also believes that what it has to do in this realm is not over yet, because the precious chaos curse it concocted is still locked in a bottle in the catacomb of the Mengzhi Library middle.Druzil was going to get the vial back, and find a way to get it before that damned Cadderly—if he was still alive. At this moment, however, the imp has a more pressing need.It wants to get out of the snowflake mountains, and it wants to go indoors, away from the icy bites of winter.So it continued down from the highlands, toward downtown Calaton.

Over the course of several days, during which it had several times narrowly escaped the grasp of vigilant farmers among primeval mountain forests, Druzil, perched on the overhanging eaves of a barn, stumbled across a situation that seemed quite favorable.A hermit took shelter in a remote hut not too far from the farmhouse area in the outskirts.It was a man who lived alone and away from others, with no friends or family. "No witnesses," the imp grumbled harshly, flicking its venom-tipped tail back and forth eagerly.As soon as the sun went down, Druzil flapped his wings and flew towards the hut, planning to kill the hermit and occupy his residence, and then feed on the dead man's body through the winter.

But its plans changed drastically when it saw the hermit and found the mark clearly branded on his forehead!Suddenly, Druzil was more interested in the possibility of keeping the man alive.It thought again of the library of Mengzhi, and the powerful bottle of Chaos Curse locked in the catacombs.It also thought again that it must have it, and now, as fate would have it, Druzil felt that its wish might come true. Zirkan Rufo, bowed by the weight of a bundle of firewood, walked slowly and dejectedly towards his dilapidated hut with heavy steps.