"You want me to go with you?" Magnus glanced at Sylas with a real look of surprise in his eyes.
Honestly, he was happy. But this grandson of his was truly unpredictable. This seemed like a sort of situation where Sylas might want to go and check things out for himself first, and then bring him along later on.
Others might not see it, but Magnus had realized that Sylas was only getting more and more protective of everyone, especially after what happened with Nosphaleen.
But maybe due to the fact his parents and many others had been snatched up from right under his nose, he had already given up on the idea that just leaving people on Earth would be safe.
The formation the First Race had left behind was designed to deal with the strengths of the Mortal Realm. Though it was still an exceptionally powerful formation on the Demi-God Plane as well, there were just certain methods and quirks that it couldn't account for.
No matter how mysterious and awesome the First Race of Earth was, they were still an existence that had accomplished all of these things during their Summoning. There was only so much they could grow.
Maybe this would mean that Sylas would take them around with him more often now. Doing this, and ensuring their strengths continued to grow was about the only way he could make certain they would not only live long lives, but do so safely as well.
"Yes." Sylas nodded.
"I would love to. But your wives, who will protect them? Will they give birth before we are back?" Magnus said with a hint of worry.
Sylas didn't correct his grandfather on the Duchess' status to his life. He wasn't very fond of correcting his parents and grandfather, he rarely if ever did it.
But he also felt that sometimes they did things like this on purpose just to get him to change his mind toward certain things. In this matter, though, he was helpless. That was all Cassarae's decision.
"I don't plan to be gone for that long. And should this matter be what I think it is, you will be able to freely enter and leave as you please."
Magnus nodded slowly.
"We will leave Earth to trigger the key," Sylas continued. "I don't want them to know where we originate from."
**
How would one describe a land of mystery? Maybe a floating city amongst the clouds? A dense fog so ubiquitous it hid even your next steps? Maybe it would be unrecognizable patterns that hung in the skies like a house of mirrors, or broken geography that bent the mind? Waterfalls that flowed in reverse, valleys in the shape of mountains, oceans made of pearls and land as fluid as clouds?
The world of Rune Masters followed no rules but what their own imaginations could craft. No matter where you looked, there was a different, mind bending reality to examine and attempt to understand.
Those with weak Wills and pitiful comprehension skills discovered their minds broken upon taking just a few steps. Fools who overestimated themselves never made it far at all.


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