222 Interlude: Breeze

Sylverith walked through the forest, the main goal being to check on the seed and ensure it was growing and safe. Her illusion grew more translucent as she approached her true form. She had just finished sending the message to the guest she wished to invite. Part of her was tempted to invite Alira, but it likely wasn’t the best idea to have her dine with humans. She was not used to their kind.

Though she wanted Alira to visit the statue of the young flame Crisplet. Thinking about it, it was probably worth organising. She called to the shadows, knowing that Lily was fed up with the city at this point and was keeping an eye on Trevor through the scarf while spending her time away.

“Lily, can you hear me?” Sylverith patiently waited.

There was a silent pause before the sound of a stick cracking was heard. Sylverith turned to see Lily flopping to the ground, appearing as if she had been terribly inconvenienced.

“Lily, dear, could you pass a message on to Alira? Let her know she should visit the capital and view the statue that Crisplet created?” Sylverith asked.

Lily rolled her eyes. “Why did he make a statue of her? It should have been of us. I told him. It would have looked so much bett—”

Her sentence was cut off as two things happened quickly. Lily vanished, which was concerning, as the only reason she’d do that was if she felt Trevor was threatened again.

Moments later, there was a flood of mana that blanketed the area. It was soft, so likely not going to cause any real harm itself, but the amount of mana was incredible, far beyond what was normal for the current age.

A warmth fell over the forest as a pleasant and comforting warm breeze rushed past. She could feel it through the illusion and her true form. Whatever had just stirred was beyond even her, and somehow Trevor was connected to it.

Sylverith looked back at the source of the breeze and forward towards where the seed had been planted.

With a sigh, she used a considerable amount of mana and started to dash back towards the capital. Whatever Trevor had done, it needed to be dealt with now.

She wouldn’t have been the only one to notice.

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Morlin had been enjoying watching the events unfold around Trevor. It had been constantly entertaining. Truth be told, he was surprised that the cat hadn’t noticed the assassin in the rafters. Perhaps she was getting fat and lazy.

He also suspected the Thelran Conclave was messing with forces it wasn’t prepared for.

But all the concentration of mana surrounding the child was drawing the attention of others, others who didn’t understand humans, or care to understand them. One such individual, Ciro, had been drawn to the chaos surrounding Trevor, and he had just finished having a word with it, and in an effort to save half the capital from being frozen over, forcibly teleporting it a long way away in the end.

The problem was that it wouldn’t be enough to keep it there. In fact, it likely only piqued its interest in the source even more, but at least once out of the city, it wouldn’t put so many innocent people at risk.