Lindarion didn't answer at first.
His system did.
[Historical Tag Identified: "Devourer of Dawn"]
[Translating…]
[Equivalent Modern Reference: Dythrael]
[Status: CONFIRMED]
Nysha read his expression. "That… is not what I wanted to hear."
Ashwing buried his face in Lindarion's hair. "Can we PLEASE go back to normal forests? Friendly forests? Forests that only try to kill you a little bit?!"
Lindarion's voice was quiet. "This is the site of his first manifestation. Before he was sealed. Before he became… what he is now."
Nysha straightened. "Why is it shifting into our path? This graveyard wasn't here. It appeared."
Lindarion looked up.
The horizon twisted again—
like the desert was bending to make room for something.
"It's not appearing randomly," he said.
"It's guiding us."
Ashwing froze. "The desert is… welcoming us? Why would it do that?!"
Nysha answered grimly. "Because whatever is buried under this place wants Lindarion to walk over it."
