Cillian frowned slightly. He'd been aware of the strange mutations occurring within the Mist Realm for some time now. After all, the divine fire sigils had vanished twice in a row without reason. No one with half-a-brain would ignore such a pattern.
"I already know about this," he said.
Across from him, Pandei smiled, that round-faced man who always looked as if he knew a little more than he should. "Hehe, if I were just another information broker, I'd stop there. But I, Master Pandei, am not ordinary."
The laughter faded from his eyes as his tone turned low and serious. "They say the Mist Realm is nearing a state of death."
Cillian's brow arched. "Death state? Explain."
Pandei rubbed his cheek, hesitating for a moment as if trying to phrase something difficult to explain. "How do I put it… Imagine the secret realms we explore and harvest from every day, the places filled with divine energy and fractured rules, as living entities, each with their own awareness."
