Kaedros opened his mouth. "How did I come by it?"
"It's a spell I found in a very old library. There was a rumor that it was made my a Dragon."
Chef snorted. "A Dragon indeed. So that's what happened."
A heavy silence followed.
"What's this all about?" Kaedros asked after a while.
"That sigil," Nyra said softly, "the one that appears when you use that so-called skill... it's familiar. Very familiar. We've seen it in—"
"Enough," Thalso cut in, voice sharp and final. Nyra fell silent immediately.
But it was enough. Enough to confirm Kaedros's suspicion.
The spell was created by a very old Dragon in the Draconic City, it was a sun spell but it forced light applications. It was called very genius by everyone because of that.
That means the Dragons were connected with Throne of Ruinlight.
He didn't know how to feel about it. So much had happened since he arrived in this world. His thoughts were spiraling, and then his stomach growled.
