Once Mon’Ter and Leonidas came through the gateway, they found themselves within an interesting environment. “Whoa!” Mon’Ter wowed as he looked at the scenery, a marble floor reached far and wide for as far as he could see, floating stairs going up to platforms in the air and large tables for robed men and women alike to sit together and discuss their affairs atop them. The roof looked to be a painted depiction of a magician walking towards the most colossal book in existence, it was supposed to be the knowledge of a lifetime that each mage strives to reach shown in artistic form. On one of the far off walls, there were multiple white doors with crystal knobs, each one had a name written atop it to mark whatever city it led to and its specific guild building. “Hm?” One of the older mages noticed the sudden visitors. “Sir Leonidas!” he shouted, gaining the attention of the majority of mages in the space. “You’re back on your feet?!” “Hello, Moses,” Leonidas wa

The pope, George, led the two through the inner workings of the temple. He took them further into the main building and then down a long tunnel of spiral stairs heading to the deep beneath. It was almost eerie, in the dark. He held a small lantern which lit their way, but that light was far too dim even for Mon’Ter and his night vision.‘This is weird, I’m having a hard time seeing a thing past where the light touches…’ Mon’Ter pursed his lips, he squinted his eye but still could not perceive through.They kept walking, and walking. Down and down, the further they went the further did the stairwell sway from being an exquisite work of art, becoming more of a dreary mash up of mossy stone and dirty quartz. From but a glance it was obvious just how old and unused this all was.“Are we sure we’re going the right way?” Mon’Ter thought to ask, feeling like they were being taken not to a room of a goddess&rs

The next memory took place nearby to where the previous one had. It was the courtyard outside of the castle halls, a pretty little place, with a garden and a few trees whose fruit had just freshly sprouted. Mon’Ter and Leonidas stood in the middle of this memory, and by that definition, they were in the middle of the courtyard. A good vantage point to take in every bit of information, if you would. Though truthfully Leonidas found it unnecessary, but simply, he couldn’t have them advance without first seeing these memories. Those were the rules of the pope’s spell. Now, as for the memory at hand. Elyenora seemed to have grown a tad older in this scene, she was no longer a tiny child, but a child she remained. Perhaps now she was closer to her teenage years, but still a couple of winter cycles away from them. Maybe she’d passed her first decade in the recent weeks? In this memory, they could see her climbing up the lower branches of the biggest tree here, it went high

Within no time of walking at all, Mon’Ter and Leonidas entered the nearest next memory. One taking place in a large, circular arena whose walls elevate and lead to thousands of seats for the populace to spectate from. It was no mere normal colosseum, no, in fact, it was so much more extravagant than a plain construction of marble and quartz as first meets the eye. Mon’Ter gazed up at the skies and found numerous floating structures of stone and steel, each having rods protruding on their sides, and from the looks of the furthest ones away, they also had rods atop of them too. They looked to be quite large, at least ten meters in width and fifteen in length, however as to their purpose, Mon’Ter could only guess.“What are those things up there?” he asked the elder beside him.“Hm? The sky monoliths?” Leonidas inquired with a raised brow. “They fly above the colosseum in order to ensure nothing contaminates the inside area,

“Uhm…” Mon’Ter scratched his cheek. “No, not really, no.”“Your gloves and coat,” Leonidas distanced himself, “off.”“Are we really doing this?” Mon’Ter sighed. “Look, I know how it looks but I’m-”“Drop it,” Leonidas’ voice bellowed, “I will be the judge of what or who you are.”“Alright then…” Mon’Ter narrowed his eyes in annoyance. “Just don’t do anything rash, okay?”Leonidas watched him carefully, unmoving, his palms holding the handles of his blades. With narrow eyes, he scrutinized Mon’Ter for all he was worth, without mercy, he judged and waited to judge further. But as he watched the man remove his gloves, those hands he saw, those claws and scales, they were all he needed to see.“Dragon…” Leonidas mumbled beneath his brows, which rose in a