"What? You want to fly up into the clouds!?"
A Pixie summoned from the bushes by Markwen exclaimed, pointing at the distant clouds. "That's far too difficult! We tried it before. Forget reaching the clouds—we were already trembling from exhaustion after flying only halfway there! And that took eight hours!"
The other Pixies chimed in as well. "It's high and cold up there. We simply don't have the stamina to fly into the clouds. No one in all of Ebony Forest has ever managed it."
"That's why we need everyone's help."
Markwen pointed at Tang Qi and explained, "These children need a sufficient amount of Pixie Dust."
"But that would be an enormous amount! Hundreds of portions? Thousands?"
The amount of Fairy Dust a Pixie could give away in a day was limited and depended on their mental strength—roughly three to five portions.
But one portion of Fairy Dust could only allow one person to fly for one minute.
"Based on sixteen hours, one person would need at least 960 portions. That's only a rough estimate. If we include the round trip, we'll need double that."
The Pixies looked over the group before them and hesitated. "Even if we gathered every member of our clan, we couldn't provide that much in a single day."
"Then gather as much as you can for now."
Markwen sighed. He understood that this would be an extremely exhausting undertaking for the Pixies. "We'll have Rumi do volunteer work for you afterward to repay the favor."
"But we don't all live in the same place. How could we gather every Pixie together—
Even if we wanted to help you, we could only represent ourselves. Infusing Fairy Dust with magic is simply too tiring.
"Do you know where they usually rest?" Tang Qi asked.
"Firefly Forest.