The next morning, Velin stepped out of his room and saw Kyle already waiting in the corridor.
"So soon?"
"I just arrived," Kyle replied.
"Then let's set off."
As soon as he spoke, Velin closed the door behind him, then turned ethereal and descended underground.
Seeing this, Kyle focused his thoughts. His figure flickered continuously, dropping a thousand meters with every reappearance.
One hundred thousand meters underground, within a cavern, two figures flickered into existence on the ground.
After searching for three hours, they had finally found this place.
Velin looked around. The cavern walls were covered in densely packed crystal clusters that gave off a faint blue-white glow, illuminating the entire cave.
Lowering his gaze slightly, he saw a damaged stone stele standing at the very center of the cavern.
Its surface was covered in cracks and engraved with unknown writing.
Though the stele had decayed, the inscription remained clearly legible.
After approaching the stone stele and carefully examining the words upon it, Velin turned to Kyle and waited for his answer.
Sensing that earnest gaze, Kyle spent several seconds searching through the vast knowledge within his bloodline before finding this unfamiliar language.
"My lord, this writing is called Kailakron Script, a kind of Star Script passed down among Planeswalkers."
Standing before the inscription, Kyle touched the words on its surface and began to decipher them.
"I am a Raven Archmage. Seven thousand Star Time years old, I have traveled through one hundred and forty planes. These are my final coordinates."
"I pursued Star Time within the Star Vortex, drank tea with the Night Watcher in the Eternal Night Void, and witnessed that ancient Epic within the Star Space-time Gap. I left my traces across countless planes, always pursuing the unknown."
"The raven did not return to its nest.