The Elven Kingdom Sylvalis

The Silver Sentinel stepped closer before resting a gauntleted hand on August's shoulder. "You have done well thus far, Aleman but we have to find Sir Dumblore, and soon or all might be lost when the calamity arrives."

"Is this your way of asking me to find him?" August requested with a smirk.

The air inside the grand castle hall felt heavy, almost as if the weight of destiny itself loomed over them.

Behind the silver sentinel, his enormous dragon stirred as its eyes locked onto August as if assessing his worth.

The Sentinel's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Yes, I am Aleman. I have reason to believe that Sir Dumblore's last known whereabouts were within the borders of the Elven Kingdom of Sylvalis." His tone turned grave as he continued. "He was seen crossing into their lands, but after that... nothing. No reports, no sightings. It's as if he vanished into thin air."