"I asked him... about the Key."
When Oathran realized he was wrong for feeling the way he had felt, his mind turned, almost instinctively, to Isaiah.
The Dragon God. The Father God. The being he had encountered by accident in the chaos of the dam incident, when his black flame had poured down from the heavens and he had glimpsed, just for a moment, something terribly vast and familiar on the other side.
That meeting had given him more than he had understood at the time. About what rifts actually were.
At this point in the scenario, Oathran knew approximately what Cecilia knew.
Their knowledge bases had converged through parallel paths. She had to go through research, Damon's files, and the patient accumulation of data from a world more technologically advanced than their own.
But he got them through the implanted memories the scenario had provided, with the common knowledge any dragon of this world would possess.
