Kaelen returned to the others after his conversation with Sylas, his mind weighed down by the revelations and the enigmatic questions that remained unanswered. Thane was leaning casually against a wooden pillar, arms crossed, while Seline sat on a low stone bench, absently running her fingers along the intricate carvings on her staff.
"You're back," Thane said, his sharp eyes catching Kaelen's subtle shift in demeanor.
"What's the verdict?"
Kaelen sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Sylas isn't just some isolated elf living in a mystical haven. He knows more than he's letting on—about us, about the layers, and maybe even about the gods themselves."
Thane raised an eyebrow, and Seline looked up from her staff, her expression turning thoughtful.
"And did he give you anything useful?"
"Some," Kaelen admitted.
"But it seems like he's holding back, at least for now. He did tell me about another place—a location tied to Aurelion's lingering power. The Crimson Peaks."
