He scattered his thoughts for a moment, then turned his head to look at Edefana, asking seriously, "What kind of quiet place do you need?"
After a soft sigh, Edefana spoke, "The depths of the mind influenced by dragon-worshipping customs, or peculiar dreams, or perhaps some wondrous places in the astral world..."
"A place suitable for a dragon's traits, and ideally one that can suppress the curse."
Cyril thought for a moment and tentatively spoke, "Liveseyd?"
With a surprised look, Edefana nodded, then shook his head, "That would be the best choice. Unfortunately, ever since the Dragon King fell, Liveseyd has vanished."
Cyril nodded, then said, "It was only hidden, and I happen to know where it is."
"I can take you there today. The only thing to watch out for is Hera... well, another ancient dragon knows of it as well. He has even been there and keeps an eye on it."
"Herabergen?"
After a brief pause, Edefana spoke again, "He hasn't refused."
Cyril looked at this blankly, taking a full second to react.
Are the communications between ancient dragons all this unpretentious?
Besides, is "Omniscience" used like this?
Muttering inwardly, he watched Edefana's figure rapidly fade away as an old, fatigue-laden voice echoed in his ear, "I'm going to take a nap. Call me after you've found Liveseyd."
After Edefana left, Azik also took his leave, "The crisis has been averted, but you'd all better not stay in Bayam any longer."
"Alright." Cyril nodded.
Watching Azik's figure disappear, Cyril tossed the quietly burning Brilliant Spark in his hand. An illusory door outlined by starlight materialized instantly, and he stepped right into it.
This was the chaotic battlefield of "Sea King" Jahn Kottman, Hermes, the "Yellow Witch" Tishavica, the "Orange Witch" Gwendolyn, and the Rose School of Thought demigod