The years flew by.
It had been over six years since the Black Star left Danaila. After a long journey, it finally reached the vicinity of the Song Praise Plane, where the warship slowed down, found a suitable hiding place, and stopped moving forward.
"How is it, can you contact your true self?"
Inside a room on the warship, Ivan inquired of Mavis, who had just awakened from slumber.
"No, usually it's my true self who initiates contact. I can't reach her." Mavis carefully sensed for a while and then shook her head in disappointment:
"My true self has been in exile for years, her powers greatly diminished, and she is being watched by hidden enemies, so she can't act recklessly."
"In that case, we'll have to enter the Elf Plane first and then find a way to contact her."
Upon hearing this, Ivan didn't press further. In truth, there was another important reason; they had originally agreed on a time span of a hundred years, and they were several years early.