Chapter 434
As they passed the scattered remains of towers dotting the hillside, Hyked said, "We call this place the Dark Fairy Tower."
Even with only a few floors still standing, the collapsed structure was massive—large enough to have once served as a small lord's castle.
They moved beyond the crumbling outer walls, which encircled the tower like a low fortress, and stepped through an arched entrance stripped of its doors.
"This definitely looks like fairy architecture," Lucia murmured, glancing around the busy interior where the Wolves moved about.
The first floor had likely once been a gathering hall. It was a wide, circular space, with a broken statue—only the ankles remaining—rising from a low platform at the center. Shattered flagstones lay scattered across the ground, and faint traces of decorative carvings still clung to the pillars lining the perimeter.
There are lots of cracks. Hope it's stable enough.
As Ian idly wondered, Hyked—having let go of his warhorse—spoke again. "Follow it, and it'll lead you to where the horses are kept."
Ian glanced across the space, watching Hyked's warhorse walk off on its own. Beyond the Wolves unloading supplies stood a partition wall, hastily assembled from blackened wooden planks nailed together. A faint, unpleasant smell drifted from behind it.
"Where did you get the materials for that?" Lucia asked, as Ian handed Moro's reins to Diana.
Hyked looked back at her with a smile. "We used whatever was left here. The servants of Inaskurgl had built a lair—there were a bunch of wooden huts scattered around."
"Ah, of course. In war, even enemy supplies are fair game," said Lucia.