173 Hellfire Dahlia

'W-what do you mean by that, Magnus?' Ikaris shuddered, finally understanding the horrified shock of his comrades.

Noreen and the other Werewolves had probably never fought Glenrings in their lives, but apparently, the legends surrounding this flower were far more notorious than he had imagined. Kailu and Malia also seemed to recognize it, judging by their grim expressions. Unlike the natives of Cutthroat Island, they were used to dealing with them and knew everything there was to know about these monsters.

In the end, the only two who had no idea what these flowers were, were the two Otherworlders recently summoned, namely Ruvaen and himself. That said, just the mention of the word Glenring was enough to conjure all sorts of unpleasant implications in his mind.

This flower was bad news.

"Exactly what it sounds like." The old Archmagus growled, clearly no happier than him. "Glenrings died here... And it wasn't so long ago. A few months or years at most."