ʕ•̫•ʔ---Holy Crap! Eternal Prison was a Palace?!

"Ignore Baku. We have a more pressing situation," Fenrir cut in, his voice edged with authority. His casual demeanor had vanished, replaced by something sharper—calculating. "Since you're all here, let's get an update on your findings from your last trip."

Somehow, in the span of a few minutes, Fenrir had transformed into the general of a full-scale war council, demanding reports from his fleet leaders like we were about to charge into battle. And—oh, how convenient—he had completely dodged the whole heavens topic. No worries. I'd be bringing that back up.

I leaned forward. "I got a fragment from Zilant."

And just like that, I dropped the bombshell.

Fenrir's ears twitched. His sharp gaze locked onto me, his usual smugness replaced by something far more serious. "A fragment… of the space-time?"

Bingo. He knew. The Forest of Forgotten Tales wasn't just any mythical region—it was part of the Lost Realm.