The tyrant of hope

Of course, by "someone" Cael meant himself.

Finding the dragon in the current circumstances—with the Void busy scouring the entire empire for rebels—was not easy, though.

Or it would have been, if Cael didn't know how to summon the Void's presence. He only saw the glyph for it once, but remembered it perfectly.

Although his memory wasn't absolute, he could easily remember details like that one when necessary.

Without waiting, Cael, Ginevra and Mimi flew outside the city and landed in a quiet stretch of dry grass and sandy ground where there was no one to interrupt them.

Then Cael drew the glyph on the ground. It filled with the slightest bit of ambient mana—which was enough to summon the domineering mana of the Void himself.

It filled the glyph like water, and a moment later, the black silhouette of his head appeared on the ground.

"Mage Cael. Why do you call?" the dragon asked darkly. "I have no time to spare for you."