After breakfast at the inn, Cyril was about to head out and find somewhere to continue digesting his potion when he paused, his gaze shifting to the bay window.
Edefana, dressed in gray and white, stood there quietly, gazing out at Bayam. It seemed he had been standing there for a while.
I keep feeling like "Spectator" is the best Pathway for an Assassin.
He grumbled to himself, then raised a hand. The folded letter resting on the windowsill flew into it. "When did you get here?"
"Two minutes ago."
Cyril nodded and flicked the letter open before his eyes.
It was from Lawrence, briefly describing his progress and his plans to hold the first Beyonder gathering this weekend.
Cyril thought for a moment, then looked at Edefana, who had yet to leave. "Could you do me a favor?"
"It seems this is something other than a reply to the letter." Edefana looked surprised for a moment, then nodded slightly.
Cyril nodded and retrieved a brass-colored compass from among the assorted items piled up in the painting. It was encased in transparent amber. "I'd like you to help me destroy this Mystical Item."
Edefana calmly took the compass encased in transparent amber. His pale-gold eyes suddenly became vertical pupils, and a layer of fine gray-white scales etched with mysterious symbols appeared on his hand.
His right hand transformed into a broad, sharp dragon's claw.
As he clenched the hand that had become a dragon's claw, a rapid series of crisp cracks rang out.
The transparent amber encasing the compass shattered instantly. Then the brass-colored compass shattered too, vanishing into the air.
As the compass broke apart, pale-blue specks of light continuously emerged from the surrounding air. They slowly swirled together, eventually coalescing into a crystal so transparent it was almost