"When Enziakos said he was on the northern edge of the Fire Fields," I tell Kyron. "I didn't realize he was so close to the spirit stone quarry."

Olzahokoz set up his den in a cave less than a mile from where I go to visit the earth spirit who lives in the cavern made of spirit stone. Based on my assessment, he's a lesser earth dragon, lower on the hunting pole than others and basically only picked this spot because he couldn't find one more suitable for him. It's entirely likely he doesn't even know about the spirit stone quarry below, just that there's an abundance of earth spirits in the area.

"It may actually be why Enziakos let you know about it," Kyron says. "He just forgot to mention it was at a place you were already going. Probably meant to give you a heads-up."

The earth dragon isn't all the large, definitely about the size of one two centuries in age, his brownish-grey scales glimmering lightly in the late morning light. We really put on some speed to get here and are starting to run low on Mana. Our plan was to rest here while chatting or playing with the spirit we were here to visit, as well as to eat.

Now, though, there's an earth dragon watching us from his cave, and I can tell he's contemplating attacking us.

"Probably," I say. "What are the odds he's going to attack us?"

With the use of [Flight Wind], our words aren't able to travel far. The dragon can't hear us at all, so he doesn't know what we're saying. We have to manipulate our winds just to carry our voices to the others. That's one benefit to this spell, though it's probably also annoying the dragon more.

"Pretty high, I'd say," Kyron says. "Plan?"

"We're low on Mana and he spotted us first," I say. "So escape isn't an option. He'd just catch up with us before we ran out of Mana, but we'd be so low that we couldn't fight back. We'll wait for him to attack. I think he's getting ready to."

The dragon stretches its wings, then takes flight, soaring at it while letting out a challenging bellow.

I pull Novabodos out of my ring and slash it downward. A moment later, the dragon splits in two, sliced clean through by the [Air Arc] I cast.

+203% Experience! You have reached Level 44! Increases have been applied.

That's a decent amount of Experience, and I was surprised to get some considering how much above the dragon my spell was.He might have had around 50 Constitution, but Novabodos gave the spell 104 Magic.

The beast never stood a chance.

I suppose

Gesturing with Novabodos, I conjure winds to grab the two halves of the dragon as well as all of the blood that's flowing out, and pull them toward us, sending it all into my ring. The blood won't spread around in there, so I can safely pull things out later without worry of issue. We'll give it to Meredith and her people, along with instructions for how to tan the hide, cook the meat, work the scales, and other things to using the remains of a dragon.

With that taken care of, I return Novabodos to my ring and fly down to the section where I usually met the spirit, back when I visited him every now and then a thousand years ago. Almost immediately, brownish-grey motes appear in the air, coalescing together.

They swirl around faster and faster, quickly taking on the form of the third-most powerful spirit I'd ever met before my death. Though now that I think about it, I may have actually been wrong about the power rankings of the spirits I knew. Not all of them revealed their true strength to me before, and I've learned of two entirely new ranks of spirit I didn't know existed.

Just from that, I can think of six other spirits I knew who might be more powerful than I believed.

This one has a slender build that's a little bit more pale than most spirits' bodies, his hair a rich, earthy brown and eyes a stony grey. Streaks of gold run through his hair, glinting in the afternoon light. A light smile plays at his lips, and he has his ankles crossed with his knees bent, keeping his feet back a little while his hands rest on the back of his head.

Instead of bracelets and anklets, he has brownish-grey markings on his hands, and they stretch halfway up his arms, and he has another on his back, though it's not visible to us from his position. A silver earcuff is on his right ear, set with a brownish-grey earth crystal, and a greyish-white air crystal hangs from a brown leather cord around his neck, fixed to it with a silver piece shaped similar to an upside-down tornado, just a very tiny one.

Floating above his head is a halo made of brownish-grey crystal, completely smooth and polished. Instead of rounded edges, however, it's flat, as if take from a tube of the crystal that was then cut into the halo.

"Hello, Iblikdoz!" I greet him. "Been awhile, even for those of us who don't have a thousand-year wait!"

"Iblikdoz?" Akrazidonn sounds surprised. "Huh. I was wondering what happened to you. That explains why the feel of the earth spirits here was familiar."

"You two know each other?" I ask.

"Yup!" Iblikdoz responds, shifting into a wolfkin with brown hair and golden eyes. "Though he knew me when I looked like this!"

"So you're from the eastern continents, too?" I ask. "Huh, didn't realize that."

"How do you two know each other?" Iblikdoz asks me and Akrazidonn.

"He's from there," the ocean spirit hops off my shoulder, taking on his catkin spirit form. "Ran away on the back of a dragon when he was nine."

Iblikdoz cracks up laughing, even doubling over for a moment before returning to his natural stance, though with his feet forward this time.

"That's weird, though," Iblikdoz examines me. "I never even suspected you were from the eastern continents. After the Golden Society was purged, weren't there only beastkin over there?"

"That was also, like, thousands of years before I was born," I say. "People had crossed the ocean since then. It just wasn't a common occurrence. Chances of their species managing to remain were slim with a much slimmer pool to choose from, but it wasn't impossible to set something up."

"Speaking of that," Kyron nudges me. "How does it work if people of two different species mate?"

"It depends on the sperm and the egg," I say.

"That doesn't explain anything."

"The mother's own Might influences the eggs," I say. "Always strengthening their dominance as she grows stronger, but never reducing them if she gets weaker due to a reset, and picking back up once she reaches her old Might. The father's Might only influences the sperm's dominance when it's created.

"So basically," I continue. "It comes down to if the father's Might is higher when the sperm that fertilizes the egg was created than the mother's Might at the time of conception. If so, then the father's species is the one the baby is. If the mother's Might is higher at the time of conception than the father's was at the time he produced the sperm which fertilized it, then the mother's species is what the baby was born as."

"So it's possible you had parents of two different species?" Kyron asks.

"Yeah," I tell him. "But they were both the same species."

"Okay," he says. "So while your area was primarily catkin, there was a small human presence there. Since you said it's hard for it to take hold, I guess there weren't that many?"

"Yeah," I answer.

"Just curious," he says. "But who was stronger between your parents?"

"My father," I answer. "My mother was rather strong, but my father did a lot more and was a full hundred Levels ahead of her. There was a reason why it was him who'd go off to kill dragons and not her."

"Like father, like son," Akrazidonn snorts.

"I was wondering how long it would take for someone to deal with that pest," Iblikdoz says. "I know that the humans in the nearby town had sent out a petition. They've got a decently-strong party, but it's not enough to handle the dragon."

"What was going on with it?" I ask. "Enziakos didn't know, and the dragon did just come and attack us."

"He's an ass, that's all," Iblikdoz shrugs. "I warned him that it was going to get him killed, but he said that humans needed to know their place. He incinerated half of their farms – crops and animals alike – because they couldn't pay him the tribute he wanted. That's when they sent out the petition."

"Ah," I say. "Well! He's dead now. How've you been these last thousand years?"

"Bored," he answers. "No one fun has come to play with me. The nearby town worships me too much. I keep trying to tell them they don't need to leave the highest-quality earth crystals they find in the Dungeon at the shrine they built for me, but they keep doing it anyway. I've taken to messing with their hunts out of boredom. Last week, I kept redirecting the boars they were hunting and then messing with their paths so that they'd get lost. It was pretty funny, especially once they realized that the land itself had changed."

Then he huffs.

"Then they started praying to me and Nizkovi, asking us to grant them mercy and relieve them of the curse that was placed upon the land."

"What did you do in response to that?" I ask.

"Took the form of a giant bear and demanded they strip naked, hold hands in a circle, and start dancing while singing Four Silent Kings," he answers. "It's a song that came about a few centuries ago. Told them it was the only way to appease the earth spirits they'd angered, then I convinced some of the lesser water spirits to create a small rain on them, just for fun."

"Did you at least stop messing with their hunt?"

"I guided the boars to them," he answers. "Though… I suppose I probably should have let them get dried and dressed first. People are strange."

"Says the spirit who thinks that turtles exist for the sole purpose of being hats."

"They do."

"Try telling that to Ovrodonos."

"He's not a turtle, he's a force of nature that forgot to be a spirit."

"Sure," I snort. "It's good to see you again, Iblikdoz."

"You as well, Caleb," he says. "Did you want some spirit stone? Or is this just a friendly visit?"

"Both," I answer. "Kyron's going to go catch us something to eat once he's recovered a bit of his Mana, then we're going to finish resting up before continuing on. We're heading to Rezzy's place."

"Been awhile since I last visited Rezovekk," Iblikdoz thinks for a few moments. "I'm not sure how long ago it was, but I do remember that I came back to find a tornado around here. How much spirit stone do you want? I need to get rid of a decent chunk of it for the renovations I wanted to do, but didn't want to just get rid of it."

That's one of the reasons he's willing to part with spirit stone – he likes to change up his home a bit, and there's enough spirit stone in it that he's always having to move some. Usually, he just removes some of the normal stone and dirt that's beyond his lair and puts it up here on the surface, to make room for the spirit stone that's in the way. The cave that the dragon was in resulted from him doing that, in fact.

However, Iblikdoz doesn't want some grand, sprawling city-sized lair. The more he needs to move out of the way, the bigger the "lair" becomes, if factoring in everywhere with the spirit stone. It's like carving new caverns in a mountain, but knowing the mountain is small and you can only do so much with it, especially since a dragon has claimed half of the mountain for itself.

So he's willing to let me have some in order to keep the main lair size roughly the same.

"Let me recover my Mana a little bit more," I tell Iblikdoz. "Then I'll conjure a fire version of the stuff I want to make. That way you can get a better gauge for the size needed."

"Alright," he says. "Want to play some games?"

The spirits and I play some games and wrestle around while Kyron recovers his Mana and hunts. After that, I prepare lunch while Kyron plays cards with Iblikdoz, then Kyron and I rest for an hour.

Iblikdoz gathers the spirit stone after I show him what I want, and it's actually more than I need. I suppose he really has some excess he wants to get rid of. Since I have the extra, I'll make Akrazidonn a sculpture of his modified form for his ship.

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

Spirit stone is mostly grey and has a slight sparkle across its surface. Lesser spirits tend to like it, and the more of them there are around it or in it, the more transparent it becomes, eventually becoming as transparent as spirits are. Since ambient spirits move around fairly often, the stone can look different even just hours apart, rarely staying the same transparency for more than two or three hours.

The "spirit stone" that I can make isn't true spirit stone, but does have similar properties. The main difference is that it doesn't shift in transparency very much, usually only when earth spirits are playing in it or a higher spirit decides to rest inside of it.

Some spirits actually prefer that one over true spirit stone, but I prefer true spirit stone because it looks better, in my opinion.

"Thanks, Iblikdoz," I give the spirit a hug after sending the spirit stone into my ring. "I'll make sure to visit you again on the way back."

"Awesome," he says. "See you, Caleb!"

I take flight again, Akrazidonn back in his travel form and on my left shoulder, Kyron flying with us. We'll probably only need to rest once more before reaching Rezovekk's domain. The trip would normally take us about two days at our current Magic and Mana capacity, but we're making do. Once Kyron starts dropping too low, I switch to supporting us both until I need to rest.

We're about two miles from Rezovekk's domain when something changes. The plan was to drop down and rest at the edge of his domain, then fly into it and over to his mountain at the center of it (which is another hundred and fifty miles in), but that was assuming we didn't receive any interference.

Something we didn't count on was for a group of people to approach us in the air. There are fifteen of them. Four are dressed in a fire warrior's outfit, three are dressed in a fire mage's outfit, three are dressed in an earth warrior's outfit, three are dressed in an earth mage's outfit, and one is dressed in an air mage's outfit. All of them who aren't the air mage have markings that denote they also have an air aspect, while the air mage has markings that denote he has fire and water as well. Most of them actually have three elements.

The main appearance for their outfit reflects their initial element – such as my outfit being a fire mage's, or Kyron's being an ice warrior's. Ours just don't reflect our additional elements.

All fifteen of them seem cautious of us, but also ready to fight. Judging by the Mana pools I'm sensing in them, they're fairly strong. The fire mage who floats forward to address us is the strongest, and I'd put him as the strongest, with a little bit more Mana than my maximum capacity, meaning he's a fairly decent Level in addition to being a Major-Tier.

Well, they all are. I doubt we'll have any trouble regardless of what they want. Even if we're low on Mana, we're not the Sage of Fire and Saint of Frost for nothing.

"Hello," I greet him after dismissing our [Flight Wind]s, an [Air Barrier] conjured beneath us to speak.

The fire mage looks shocked for a moment, probably because he wasn't expecting someone to be able to dismiss his spell like that. His [Flight Wind]s returned a moment later because he was still using the spell, but for a moment, he did drop down onto the [Air Barrier] I'd conjured.

"H-how did you do that?" He asks after releasing his [Flight Wind] to stand on the barrier.

"Er… that was actually an accident," I snort, and make sure to speak in his language. Kyron and I really seem to know them all now. "I just hit the area with a counter-wind to let Kyron know to drop the spell. It appears you were using winds of the same frequency as Kyron. When winds are hit with a the appropriate counter-wind, it temporarily neutralizes the wind. When it comes to magic, it doesn't affect much as long as the mage is still actively supporting the spell. At least, when it comes to magics like [Flight Wind]. A [Wind Bolt] would be completely neutralized as a result, even if the mage was still supporting it, because all they're doing at that point is controlling the structure that was already created, instead of actually maintaining the structure."

He looks even more confused now.

"Basically," Kyron says. "If it's a case of you constantly manipulating and creating air, then the counter-wind will only still the wind that was active at the time, but not the shifts you're currently doing or air you're currently making. If it's something where you conjure the wind, set it to a structure, and then just keep hold of it, however, you'll need to recast it because there was nothing there to replace it once it turned still."

"Who are you?" The mage asks.

"I'm Kyron," Kyron introduces himself. "And this is my husband, Caleb. We're on our way to visit Rezovekk."

"You need a flight permit to fly through this area," the man says. "And flying to the dragon's lair is not permitted."

So they do know about Rezovekk, then.

"We weren't aware that we needed a permit," Kyron says. "So for that, we do apologize. How do we acquire one?"

"You register at the town over there," he indicates a town a few miles away. "The process can take a couple of weeks, and depends on the evaluation of you performed. And again, flying to the dragon's lair is strictly forbidden. He doesn't take well to visitors, and we do not want him to go on a rampage."

"Oh," I say. "In that case, you don't have anything to worry about. We'll be just fine! And is there any way to speed it up? Because we don't want to delay visiting Rezzy!"

"Nicknaming a dragon isn't a good idea," the man says. "And no, you cannot 'speed it up'. Please land."

"We've already landed!"

"Caleb," Kyron interrupts. "Please let me handle this. I don't need doing something extreme.

"Me? Extreme?" I ask. "Since when?" Akrazidonn snorts. "Hush, Krazzy."

"Please land on the ground," the man says. "This is your final chance. You are in violation of the law here, and are only being given a chance as it is clear you are outsiders. Your accent is strange enough for that."

"And if we refuse to comply?" Kyron asks. "We'd like to reach Rezovekk's lair by sundown today."

"If you refuse to comply," the mage says. "Then we will bring you in by force. The fact that you are intent on visiting the dragon is suspicious, and you will be interrogated regarding your motives."

"To say hello to an old friend!"

"If you really were an old friend," the mage looks at me. "Then you would know about the flight rules. They apply everywhere within fifty miles of the dragon's domain."

"It's complicated," Kyron says. "But there are reasons we didn't know this rule. We do, however, know Rezovekk. Well, my husband knows him."

We could claim to be the Sage of Fire and Saint of Frost, but it's doubtful they'd believe us. I could probably ask the local spirits to make an appearance and vouch for us, but that would have its own issues that came with it. Namely, we don't know how the locals would react to that, and I kind of don't want our passage to be a big deal.

It's best if we just continue on our way. The bigger of a deal our passage here is, the more people will probably learn about Rezovekk – and he's keeping a low profile these days.

"And he'll be upset that we got delayed!" I say. "So I'd suggest you start preparing an offering! Out of curiosity – what do most people think is going on here? We'd heard that almost no one knows about Rezovekk anymore."

"Not Rezovekk," the man says. "Just that it is a lair of lightning elementals that are quite territorial. Are you refusing to comply?"

"We don't have a few weeks to wait," Kyron tells him. "And since we'll be passing by rather fast, does it really matter?"

"We cannot permit you to antagonize the dragon," the man states.

"Would you look at that?" A cheerful voice fills the air. "A dude who can compete with a lightning elemental in an energy contest!"

Yellowish-white motes and whitish-grey motes begin to glow, swirling around for a bit before taking on a spirit's form. As with all spirits, he looks around my age and is transparent in form.

His hair is lightning-blond, his eyes an electric blue. His build is lean and toned, his muscles dense and defined. Yellowish-white and whitish-grey markings are on the backs of his hands, stretching halfway up his arms.

Greyish-white air magic crystals are set into the yellowish-white lightning magic crystal that makes up his halo, which sparks dance off of. He wears a golden necklace, from which hangs a pink crystal with silver "threads" in it, fixed to the chain with gold.

Sparks occasionally dance off of him, though last time I saw him, he actually had ribbons of lightning flowing around his body. Now that I know a bit more about spirits, I'm going to guess he's an Elder Spirit – that seems to be something they're able to do.

"Don't think we've ever met," I say.

"We have," the spirit tells me. "But I was sleeping through all of it. I'm Lezvalx, a lightning spirit with some air aspects. Roger, you may stand down. Rezovekk is actually more likely to raze your town for stopping them than he is for letting them through."

"Wh-what?" Roger, the fire mage speaking with us, asks. "Lord Lezvalx, Rezovekk does not allow visitors! Ever!"

"Maybe not for normal people," the spirit says. "But Rezovekk has been sparking in his excitement at getting to see this young man ever since I mentioned I felt him get resurrected. They are old friends, and Rezovekk was actually quite depressed to hear he'd died."

"Wait… died?"

"We got resurrected," I shrug. "We died back during the Great Demon War, and one of the gods brought us back. Now, we're going around visiting old friends and recovering old weapons of ours. This little guy on my shoulder is actually an ancient and powerful spirit. Elder Spirits and above are able to take on more tangible forms, though they're still immortal."

"I am Akrazidonn," Akrazidonn says. "An ancient ocean spirit."

"So that is your essence," Lezvalx says. "I was wondering if I was reading that correctly. Left your ocean, Krazzy?"

"I haven't seen Axel in a thousand years," Akrazidonn says. "So I decided to go on a trip with him."

"We heard the Golden Knight came this way?" I ask.

"He was here a few months ago, yes," Lezvalx nods. "Apparently, he was quite confused at the presence of an item here."

"The Heart of Lightning," I say.

"Yes," he yawns. "I apparently napped longer than I meant to and people thought I was a cursed object."

"Er… what?" I ask, and he grins.

"So that's what happened to you!" Akrazidonn exclaims. "We were wondering where you were napping!"

"You were the Heart of Lightning?" I ask.

"Yeah," he shrugs. "I don't remember why I turned myself into a crystal for the nap, and was certainly surprised to find out that I had. Rezovekk was rolling around in his laughter when I woke up and revealed myself."

"If that was actually you," I say. "Then how come it would respond to my wishes and reshape itself to my wants?"

"You have a way with spirits," Lezvalx shrugs, then looks at the locals. "Now, I'd suggest preparing a nice offering to Rezovekk for delaying his old friend. You'll have a couple of weeks before he asks me to collect it, but he's not going to be happy that you delayed Caleb's arrival."

"Is it Caleb or Axel?" The lead mage asks.

"Both," I answer. "I recommend not questioning it too much. It's mostly Caleb – only people who knew me before I came to this continent when I was nine know me as Axel. Now! Let's move on, people! I got a dragon to see and it's almost sundown!"

"And our discussion here," Kyron says. "Hasn't given you enough time to recover your Mana, Caleb. The [Air Barrier] is cheap enough you can recover some, but you don't have enough to make it to the mountain."

"I'll carry everyone," Lezvalx says. "Well, the two of you. Akrazidonn is riding on you, and the others don't matter. Let's go."

Lezvalx summons a wind to carry us, flying us toward the mountain that soon comes into view. Storm clouds swirl above it, lightning flashing within it. The clouds stretch over a hundred miles in radius, and we can see some of the effect of the territory on the ground below. All of the plants have adapted to rain, lightning, and darkness, either producing light of their own, thriving in water, or sparking.

Well, those are the primary effects we can see from up here.

There are a few rivers and streams we see as we fly toward the mountain, and by "sundown", which is just a period of near-absolute darkness this far in, we've reached Rezovekk's lair…

Which isn't anywhere what I expected.

Last time we were here, it was a cave on a cliff on the edge of a lake at the base of waterfall formed by a river that flows past the cave. A forest of lightning pines grew around the area, trees whose pine needs delivered a healthy zap on contact. There were a couple of Dungeons here as well, and lightning elementals hanging around.

Now, there's all of that… as well as farms and even a large village at the edge of the lake. There's an island in the center of the lake that wasn't there a thousand years ago, made up of stone blocks forming a series of rings. At the very center of the island/platform is a pool about fifteen feet in diameter, perfectly round.

The area is illuminated through lamps made through enchanting, the glass shells themselves glowing. They line the paths and hang from the doors, and a series of pillars with massive versions of them line the border of the platform island.

An open-air dining area is just a little outside of town, twelve massive pillars of white stone erected across each side of it, the floor and tables made of dark grey stone. Several fire pits are set into the dining area, which can easily fit a thousand people.

All of whom appear to be there at the moment, looking in our direction. The pillars surrounding the gathering area all have enchantments set on them to allow them to glow faintly, and every table has a small lamp on it as well, allowing everyone there to see even at night in this land of thick clouds.

Food and drink covers the tables, and most of the residents are dressed in similar outfits, showing an affinity for lightning. Chances are, most don't actually have a Class and that's just the way this village is. The warriors and mages are obvious due to their own outfits, and… it appears over half of the residents here have a Class just off of that alone.

I'm completely certain that the village has gathered for us, and not just because they're all watching our arrival.

No, I'm certain of it because Rezovekk himself is sitting at one end of it. He's actually a runt of a dragon, only about fifteen feet in height despite his age, so it looks like he really did stop growing. His yellow-white scales shine proudly, and his tail swishes a little once we're within a few hundred feet.

The moment his tail thumps, the choir of about fifty boys ages seven to eleven standing to the side of him, also at the front of the feasting area, begin singing. They're all dressed in white robes with golden markings, and as we descend further, I realize that everyone there has sun-blond hair and blue eyes.

If a place is magical enough, even the environment can influence the residents. Chances are, all of their people who gain a Class or who are born with one have a fire element with a lightning aspect specialty, similar to how Kyron could use ice magics from the start with ease. The same was true for the foxkin in the area where Rezovekk lived on the eastern continents – they all had lightning-pale hair and most had electric-blue eyes.

Lezvalx slows our descent to allow us to enjoy the sound of the choir a little more as we descend.

"For a village this small," Kyron murmurs. "He certainly has a lot who can do pretty good songs."

"Breeding," I say. "He's probably controlled the breeding just as one would do for livestock. He's let those with the best songs live long enough to produce children. With the way things work and the influence of the magic in the air, it would eventually spread to all descendants."

"Indeed," Lezvalx responds, his voice just as soft. "Just as he carefully bred the beasts to his desires, he also bred the people here to have the best voices and tastes."

To a dragon, people are little different from livestock or subordinates. I'm not surprised Rezovekk did targeted breeding with them.

Now that I'm seeing things, I also know how Rezovekk was able to breed magic livestock in such a way that he'd be able to eat them to gain the Mana he needed to sustain himself. He decided to solve the issue of needing a choir and people to care for the crops by combining the two.

The town was created to have people farming the animals. Chances are, that was how it started, but then Rezovekk got the idea to try breeding people to have the best songs and voices. It's actually a pretty smart idea, and I'm a little annoyed with myself for not having thought of it.

The part about raising a town to do the animal farming, not the part about breeding people for the best taste. I don't see people as livestock, even if I did suggest trying to see if it was possible to breed good singing voices.

Lezvalx lands us, and the choir ceases their song, their voices lingering in the air for a few moments before fading. The spirit flies over to Rezovekk and takes on the form of a lightning wolf, shaking its body a little as it sits opposite of the choir.

"Caleb, look!" Rezovekk says as I start to greet him, sparks actually flashing across his scales. "I took your idea of attempting to breed magical beasts to help gain the Mana I needed by eating, and it worked!"

"I can see that," I try not to laugh. "You didn't need to make a big party for me, Rezzy."

"I did!" He exclaims, his tail thumping against the ground. "It was you who enabled this town to exist, and it was you who gave me the best song I'd ever heard! Also, you're the Saint of Magic, slayer of the Great Demon King! That alone deserves a party, and I doubt the humans elsewhere threw you a proper one! Let's feast!"

"He seems pretty childish for an elder dragon," Kyron whispers.

"You've never met a lightning dragon before, have you?"

"We have all sorts of delicacies for you," Rezovekk continues. "And I'm sure even Krazzy will enjoy the foods."

"Hey! How did you know it was me?"

"I also had a special house prepared for you," Rezovekk tells me. "So that you and your husband can have some alone time when you stay here. You are staying the night, aren't you?"

"Yes," I answer. "Thank you."

"Excellent!" He gestures toward the head table with his tail, where a handful of adults are seated. "Have a seat, have a seat! And then the feast shall begin!"