"We will help you as per what the mysterious man who I am sure you might meet one day has asked of us, we will train you and help you both gain the titan-rank." she simply explained, looking at Leyk after a short moment that didn't seem of much significance where she collected herself, starting to talk shortly before Leyk was going to ask her how she was going to do that.
"It might surprise you, but you are already rather close to becoming titans, both of you, mainly, though, Leyk, as you seem to have been held back by the scribe rank a lot before becoming one." she said, looking at Avere next.
"Avere on the other hand, you seem to be connected to Leyk's rank, and he in turn to yours, so it is likely you two will string each other along, quite the interesting thing if I may say so, perhaps caused by Cades who exists between both of you, if there aren't even more out there like you." she said, moving to Leyk once more.
"You will train with me because that suits you the most, specializing in what seems to be one on one, the same as me," she looked at Avere, " you will train with Lawrence as he is quite suited to belonging you manipulate matter into golems and creations as you might have already seen." she said, making both of them rather interested but also quite lethargic at the thought of restarting their work right after arriving at a moderately safe place, or so they had hoped at least.
But Crisis took a deep breath after what seemed like a moment more of deliberation.
"There isn't really anything I have to tell you, so if there isn't anything you want to ask, I'd send you away now." she said decisively, allowing a bit of break before she was interrupted by Leyk who had just remembered, finally, that Vexxen, the one he had thought in the last trial, or perhaps the second-to-last-trial when one took it exactly, his fingers feeling the earring, smooth, still black, smaller than before now, on his left ear, rather high up, that he had been called a forsaken lord, the same title as Crisis had been called by saint Lawrence, the ones supposedly in charge of this place.
"Who is lord Vexxen?" he asked, Crisis looking both slightly perplexed at how he knew of that name, a bit hindered because she had not yet thought of a suitable answer to it, and interested in the source of that knowledge, deciding to go after that last desire that had suddenly clung to her.
"How do you know of Vexxen?" she asked simply, her voice slightly woven with the visible perplexion that was visible within her now orange eyes, having changed colours once more, as if helping her decide things, or perhaps a show of something else and far more ancient, older than one could casually assume, Leyk not caring and answering rather simply.
"I met him during the contract of motion, but it did not seem like it was the present him from what you have told me, rather as if past and present where intermeddled." he told the queen, weaving in a few theories he had been dying to confirm as of late, after returning from the trials, knowing that at least eighty years must have passed according to Cades when he had first met him, the part about the corpse also having turned out true.
"That is part of the domain of some pillars, time itself is only a construct made by mortals to understand reality after all, seconds have no meaning other than what time we took to do something now long forgotten, perhaps the very first watch had been made as such, but I don't think so." she began, changing her voice slightly.
"What you witnessed was not something like temporal manipulation, it was much more refined, purer, more powerful, it was the passing, it is that which happens, change in it's purest form, the boredom, stagnation, absence, inconsistency, so much more, and motion as well, that drives everything forward, the domain that belongs to the great wall of passing." she finished, Leyk only able to understand some parts while Avere had, partially out of experience, decided to just remember everything she said just now, having succeeded in doing as such.
"The other great wall is the wall of being, but I'll talk about Vexxen for now since you asked me." she said, flicking her compass once more, having turned it all the time, expertly weaving her fingers, sometimes using just the back of them.
"Vexxen is the lord of the city of numbers, ones who believe math is the key to understanding both magic and the world itself, be it that we aren't technically on something I'd refer to as a 'world' in the sense of the word." she began.
"He is crafty, wise, and decisive enough to know what you want to do before you do it, having arrived in this place before even reaching sequence one and having reached a high domain, at least higher than you from what I know, within a few months, for some reason never having bothered to ascend further, but it isn't of much concern right now." she ended it, her brows furrowing as to why he had suddenly asked and as to why Leyk looked a bit desperate now, his heart burning as he remembered how he had been proclaimed a future enemy, though he wasn't sure whether he was just imagining that part, or whether it could have just been the betitlement given by Vexxen themselves as to make them stand out further, aiding his obsession with the fictional pyramid.
"They called him a future enemy." he said slowly, Crisis quickly replying decisively, growing slightly preplexed and confused as well, not knowing much more to say and deciding to calm herself for now.
"If he becomes your enemy then he most likely is already your enemy, that's just how he functions, a prophet better than any other, one that seems almost omniscient if I am entirely honest." she took a breath and looked intently at Leyk and Avere, instantly calming both of them down.
"But for now, go out of here, the golem" she pointed at a mass of gold, six foot tall, shaped in a humanoid form with smaller drops rolling off of it, showing some confusion that she now bore in another light, or perhaps an intention of her own design, that had appeared out of nowhere, making Avere jump back and Leyk grab for a sword, causing the non-killing blade to appear out of nowhere.
"Immortal blade?" Crisis muttered, feeling the intent oozing from the great weapon, but still making the golem lead the two away, not having disclosed her own thoughts and surprise to them.
A second later after the great door, now made of gold and with many a reinforcement that she had added after the mysterious man had arrived, had shut itself, instantly locking, the two following the golem, digesting what they had just heard, she leaned back, muttering to herself.
"Truly, those that know will arrive soon enough." her voice sounding just the slightest bit pompous, her golden eyes staring ahead onto nowhere.