He assumed they''d head back to the round table to resume discussions, however Draven turned toward a hidden staircase, which led them deep underground.

    As his mind raced, he couldn''t shake the uncertainty of what awaited him below.

    Draven glanced back.

    "It''s been so long since I felt this... content," he said, his voice echoing faintly. "To think I''d find my own grandson after so much time."

    Reign remained silent, unsure how to respond.

    Draven slowed his pace as the narrow staircase spiraled deeper underground.

    "You know your father," his voice grew more reflective. "He was... different, even compared to me and his predecessors."

    "Different how?"

    "Brilliant, for one. He had this way of creating things. Artifacts, weapons, structures—things even the oldest demons couldn''t replicate.

    "He was stubborn as well. Always wanting to push boundaries, explore places no one dared go. That''s why he disappeared." Draven''s voice grew distant, as though he was reliving the memory.

    "I told him not to play with forces he didn''t understand, but he didn''t listen. He never did."

    Reign couldn''t hold back his curiosity any longer. "So what exactly happened to him?"

    Draven paused for a moment, his hand brushing the rough stone wall beside him. He sighed heavily before responding.

    "He was experimenting with dimensional rifts. Always had this wild theory that our reality wasn''t the only one. That there were others out there, with different laws, different possibilities. No one believed him at first, not even me. That''s why he was so determined to prove everyone wrong."

    "But now, I know he succeeded," Draven turned around.

    "What are you talking about?"

    The demon god sighed "Don''t lie to me. I know that you came from another world,"

    "This place leads to your father''s hidden chamber," he said, his voice low and serious. His hand lingered on the doorframe.

    "Now that I know you''re my grandson, it''s your birthright to inherit it. But there''s more. I need you to look into something for me."

    He turned around and walked through the portal, his coat flowing behind him.

    Reign hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in his mind, but curiosity and greed ultimately took over.

    As soon as he stepped through, his vision adjusted, and he found himself in a vast, open space.

    It looked like something out of a storybook—a towering library that stretched as far as the eye could see.

    Shelves lined the walls, stacked with countless books, some bound in materials he had never seen before.

    The ceiling above soared up like the inside of a grand cathedral, easily five stories high, with ancient stone columns holding up the weight of the room.

    He also noticed multiple doors on the side, each one likely leading to different rooms or spaces. The possibilities made him even more curious about what lay behind them.

    "This is your father''s work," his voice broke the silence. He was already walking toward a large table covered with open books and maps "Everything he left behind is here. And now, it''s yours."

    "Are you sure?" Reign asked, taken aback.

    "Of course, you''re my grandson," Draven said, his voice steady. "It''s only right that you keep all of this to yourself. Most of these are from your father''s research throughout his life, and the book collection in this library spans different eras."

    "I see... so there''s a catch," Reign said, his voice steady, though a flicker of suspicion crossed his eyes.

    "Well, I prefer it this way. I''d be uncomfortable if you handed all this to me for free. So, what do you want?"

    Draven paused, his eyes sweeping over the , library before turning speaking.

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    "I want you to complete your father''s research. All the secrets he left behind... they are the key to returning you home."