To Morgott, no one in the world was closer to him than Mohg.
They had been thrown into the Sewers together, struggled to survive there, and spent countless days and nights sharing whatever watery scraps they could find. Their bond had long since grown beyond anything the word "deep" could describe.
The Grace-Given King refused to believe his younger brother would disobey his orders and establish some Mohgwyn Dynasty. Whatever Mohg had done, he must have been under Miquella's Charm.
Morgott would rescue his brother, no matter the cost!
"Where is the Mohgwyn Dynasty, and how do I reach it?" he asked Tarnished, his voice low and resolute.
Tarnished knew he could not stop him and had no intention of trying. He answered plainly, "Underground, built atop the Nightfolk Ruins. Geological shifts have caused the normal route to the Mohgwyn Dynasty to collapse. But north of the Royal Capital of Leyndell, in the Consecrated Snowfield deep within the Forbidden Lands, there is a portal that leads there. To reach the Consecrated Snowfield, though, you need two halves of a secret medallion to activate the hidden route of the Grand Lift of Rold. I have one half. The other is in Castle Sol in the Mountaintops of the Giants, guarded by a group of Banished Knights who worship Miquella."
Morgott could not help frowning. "So much trouble?"
"It's more than just trouble," Tarnished added. "Even if you obtain the medallion, activate the Grand Lift of Rold, and reach the Consecrated Snowfield, that portal can only transport a handful of people. It cannot support the movement of a large army."
"It makes no difference." A sharp gleam flashed through Morgott's eyes. "I drove back even the Demigod Alliance Army. A mere Mohgwyn Dynasty is beneath my notice. I need no army. I