In John's mother's homeland, in the place called Jovanovic.
There was a Spring Water hidden inside an ancient castle in the mountains.
Ancient witchers used Spring Water to trace the history of another world and learn techniques for dealing with magical creatures.
And from there, they could reach an unfamiliar world.
There were werewolves and banshees, witches and magic, as well as witchers and armies.
It was a place where magic and royal courts coexisted.
There was also an inescapable fate, and the White Wolf.
John had once reached that place. In Spring Water, he had passed the trial and taken away the White Wolf that belonged to the apocalypse.
The Era of the Frost Wolf and Snowstorm.
The Wild Hunt crossed world after world, all to escape the apocalypse relentlessly pursuing them.
They had the power to slaughter entire worlds, yet they could not escape the wolf's footsteps.
Wherever the White Wolf set foot, the white frost would engulf everything-the Era of the Frost Wolf and Snowstorm.
He was not a creature, but a calamity, a fate from which there was no escape.
For some unknown reason, that fate had chosen to follow John when he left.
This was John's second time entering the Dark Dimension.
The first time he entered, the White Wolf had followed him.
So he had cast a spell, using the Dark Dimension as a buffer to keep that calamity there.
Apparently, the spell had failed to hold, and the White Wolf had walked out of that dimension. But the damage he had caused would remain with the Dark Dimension forever.
That was also why Dormammu had furiously attacked John the moment he saw him.
"The White Wolf is a form of fate, too, so he cannot be killed."
John was beginning to understand fate,