Even as a child, Drake had always thought his father was too mysterious. He often disappeared for long periods of time and returned with no one knowing his whereabouts or what he was up to.
The only person that spent time with them was their mother, who passed away—according to their father—when they were kids. Since then, the Frost Monarch hadn't taken another wife.
"Father..." Drake clenched his fist as several memories flashed through his head. "What exactly are you hiding? Could it be you have a deeper connection with the Scourge?"
The Frost Prince suddenly felt the urge to return to Frostpire and question his father, but he had to suppress the urge—their mission here wasn't complete yet.
"So what do we do now?"
Drake heard a voice behind him. Even without turning around, he could tell the voice belonged to Nyxirith, who had acted like an assistant leader all this time.
