The spells engraved on the gate began to crumble under Ariel's power. Alan silently watched as it happened, amazed at the sheer level of power used. A single spell sealing the door held more mana than he had, and Ariel was destroying dozens upon dozens of them with ease.
And so quickly as well, he swore he heard the dragon let out a tired yawn as she dealt with this trivial task. She must want to finish this as quickly as possible and go back to sleep.
'Ariel, why do you sleep so much?'
Alan asked, it was a question weighing on his mind for a long time. He understood she was old, and old people liked to sleep, but Ariel seemed to have other reasons. Actually, she may have told him already but missed the crucial details.
He had an idea of it as well, it was probably related to the Trickster of the Profane, Shape Shifter of the Divine, as well as the Phoenix herself. Those two beings were mentioned in the tablets found in his dream.
He hadn't found them in this world, though.
