The power of the Dragon of Time and Space had completely dissipated along with Tiamat's will.
Oh, no, perhaps a tiny trace remained.
Though it was insignificant, it had ultimately affected the world.
Above the East African Rift Valley.
The kaleidoscopic scenes suddenly contracted. In the blink of an eye, the entire sky above the Great Rift Valley had returned to a clear, cloudless expanse.
This prompted wails from wandering wizards and adventurers eager to strike it rich.
Yet no matter how thoroughly they searched, they ultimately discovered that the strange phenomenon above the East African Rift Valley had completely vanished.
Beside a riverbed somewhere in the Great Rift Valley.
Cypher and Newt were sitting by the river, taking a break.
Cypher was idly playing with a red Crystal Ball.
"Hey! Cypher! Come have some!"
A voice interrupted Cypher's thoughts.
Following the sound, he saw Newt holding up a seasoned grilled fish on a wooden skewer.
"Just as you said, grilling meat this way feels ceremonial. The smell alone is exceptionally tempting!"
As a wizard, Newt naturally had wizarding methods for grilling fish. All he needed to do was wave his wand.
The marinated fish would "swim" onto the fire by itself, cook itself, then return to the plate to rest.
But Cypher had stopped Newt from using that soulless method.
Using Transfiguration, he had created a set of grilling equipment for Newt, allowing him to experience the joys of Muggle-style grilled fish.
Sure enough, Newt had become absorbed in it. Even the rather intelligent Magical Creatures he carried with him were helping out nearby—or making things worse.
Cypher did not join in.
He stared at the babbling stream before him and sat down on a clean boulder.
He took out the rose-red Crystal Ball and pondered it.
Why did