As the Beast Clergyman "Gurranq," the "Black Blade" knew better than anyone how to gain an audience with the Dragon Lord. (The Crucible Knight questline in Crumbling Farum Azula was cut; originally, that questline told us how to meet the Dragon Lord.)
"The Dragon Lord is indeed at the center of the storm... but charging straight in is pointless."
Maliketh involuntarily glanced at the human-and-dragon duo who had left such a deep impression on him:
"The storm is only a barrier. Even if you charge straight into it like those two idiots, you'll only get thrown back out. Placidusax is hiding deeper within... in a rift in time, in the gap between past and future."
As Godwyn looked embarrassed, Maliketh delivered a scathing critique of the two of them:
"That place can't be reached by ordinary means. You two should understand that very well."
Horace looked thoughtful. If the Dragon Lord was hiding in a gap in spacetime, then he could simply restrain spacetime itself.
That was easy enough. It seemed he no longer needed to trouble himself looking for the location from the game.
He raised a hand. Golden patterns spread from his fingertips like veins, weaving a fine, orderly net in the air.
Time slowed within the net. The raging storm gradually subsided, then flowed backward.
"Let's go."
Riding the ice dragon, Horace led the charge into the storm.
Everyone followed close behind.
The "Black Blade" was left at the back, somewhat speechless. Didn't you say you were taking me along? I can't fly! Someone give me a ride!
But everyone who had already entered the storm had completely forgotten him. In the end, his old companion, the Draconic Tree Sentinel, came up with an idea. "How about I throw you in?"
Maliketh stared at him with a