Report.

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"On the Skidbladnir side, Lanfear just finished battling two Mythic Path holders, Hircine and Vaermina, and was able to escape. They are gods with similar feelings to Molag Bal, whom we encountered yesterday. One looks like a deer but has a humanoid body, and the other resembles a stereotypical female mage."

"It was thanks to your Sylphrena, Ciri's Dumstrum, and Narishma's Tervacisto—the three Spren that bonded with you and evolved into something different. This transformation made them incredibly powerful, allowing them to enhance their respective Surge magic with your signature abilities. Unlike other Spren, they don't need to ask their bonded for mana to perform their Surges."

"Essentially, according to the report, Lanfear says she gained allies equivalent to three Mythic Path holders without our presence. That's why she was able to repel them and escape with Skidbladnir in tow."

Stunned, because he didn't think that his little friend was able to help much at all and finally knowing where they had gone, Richard asked while sitting on the opposite sofa, still carrying Ember. Since the moment the Herald created the Sa'angreal, he hadn't made contact with Syl or any other Spren due to the current overwhelming events, only knowing they were in Skidbladnir because of the attraction.

"How is she? Is she alright?"

"Yes, she is alright. In the report, she said she has become like the Stormfather, a Unique Spren from their past world. She also told you not to worry; she has just been sleepy for the past few days. My guess is that she is still in the process of evolving, which is why she hasn't been able to contact you much," Moiraine replied.

Sighing in relief since he had completely forgotten about his little friend, Richard nodded. "Then that's good. Is there anything else she said to me?"

"Well, she said that she will be busy from now on taking care of all her subjects and making Skidbladnir their home. Ciri's Dumstrum and Narishma's Tervacisto said the same thing. They mentioned that becoming unique Spren comes with a sense of duty to look after other Spren who cannot protect themselves," Moiraine continued.

Nodding his head, Richard sighed in lamentation. "It seems there is so much going on in this world that even a small part of this continent becomes such a mess."

"Yes, because of that, we will change our destination. From Toussaint, we'll head up toward Kaedwen to focus on the northern side of the continent first. Let's just pray that there are guardians in other parts of the world who want to help the common people through this disaster," Moiraine exclaimed.

"Sigh. So much destruction, so much chaos. No matter where we are, there is always senseless death that plagues the world," Ember chimed in.

Surprised to see the child awake, with a mischievous smile indicating she had been pretending to be asleep when he brought her here, Richard released the hug and gently placed her beside him. "Why do you think so?"

"It's because everyone keeps wanting something from others. That's why there is always conflict, which leads to the death of many people. If only everyone were satisfied with what they have, there would be no chaos in this world," Ember answered.

Shaking his head, as it's not that simple, Richard just acknowledged her point of view and looked at Moiraine, introducing the Kitsune who was walking around the room with curiosity. "She is Nenio—a Kitsune who has an anomaly that has taken over her body and become a part of her."

"Huh? You know my name?" Nenio asked.

"Of course. Everyone who enters this archipelago is registered with an Identification Protocol attached to them," Richard explained, seeing her tilt her head in confusion. "It's basically a written credential of your existence."

"Wait, so you do know what I am! Tell me, who am I?" Nenio asked excitedly.

Shaking his head, as he was still unable to read their origin like he could for himself due to missing particles in their bodies—causing anyone who arrived in this world to have amnesia about their past history—and only when they need inspiration do these particles get copied from unknown universes, Richard simply answered, "I don't know."

"Alas, discovering and keeping discovering is something only I can do. Thanks anyway," Nenio sadly exclaimed.

Looking back at Moraine to hear the final report, the person in question then answered.

"As for Yggdrasil, there isn't much else happening besides Phillipa finalizing the deal with the ruler of that area, Cenarius, and his army of Night Elves—elves with long ears and purple-blue skin. The treaty is as follows: In exchange for protecting the gigantic tree, they want to connect with Yggdrasil to gain immortality in terms of age. Additionally, even though Phillipa has restricted entry to Yggdrasil's massive land, they want their Wisps to be allowed in. This way, after the Wisps help Yggdrasil produce Pure Mana by circling the tree, the Wisps that return can create a living, breathing home for the Night Elves."

"Wow, is there such a fantastical thing? Alive and sentient home?" Nenio asked.

"According to the report Phillipa gave me, yes. These Night Elves seem to possess the knowledge to create living, breathing buildings," Moraine answered, placing the paper report on the ground, which then turned illusory and scattered into the air. Turning toward Richard, she confirmed, "And all of this report provides conclusive evidence that those who were thrown into the Physical Realm are individual, those in the Ethereal Realms are with their armies, and those in the Cognitive Realms are with their dimensions and habitation."

Nodding his head and thanking her for the report, Richard then asked, "Where is Ciri if I may ask?"

"She is currently on the Skidbladnir, helping the Spren create the city inside that ship. Do you want to see it?" Moraine asked, then continued, "It's quite unique because there is no sense of direction in that place. The ceiling can be the floor, and the floor can be the ceiling. It's very similar to the Mirror Dimension in the Modern Fiction section of your database, only there is no mention of glass according to the report Ciri gave me last night."

Nodding, Richard answered, "Alright," and looking at Margarita, who was already yawning and awake, he continued, "But after I settle these two girls."

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