Chapter 544: Chapter 544
Lucia's Point of View
Pendragon Estate
Something was wrong. Arthur's voice seemed tired and bitter. All of us were silent as he moved slowly. Almost like an old man would. His face was sunken in around his eyes as large bags hung underneath them. A soft groan escaped his throat as he carefully moved to his nearby armchair. Marina quickly moved to help him. As did Camoa and I.
He sat down with our help and his head leaned back. Arthur closed his eyes. We all were quiet as we watched him. My eyes watched his chest as he continued to rub it over and over again. His breathing was quick. Almost like he was trying to stop himself from vomiting.
"Arthur," I called out to him softly. "Are you okay?"
His free hand slowly raised and gave a weak wave. "Yeah." It quickly fell limply back to his side. "Yeah. I'm okay."
Ayda spoke next. "Are we going to talk about what you saw?"
Arthur's eyes opened at that. "Ayda!" Alwin chastised. The source of this content is N0veII_bIn
"It's fine. Where's your mother?" Arthur inquired as he looked around.
"She went to help Cassidy with something." Alwin answered. "Take a moment if you need it."
Arthur spoke softly. "Original Magic."
"Yes! He apparently used this magic often in tune with his own. Before I attempt anything, I am taking my time reading his work thoroughly. There are little mentions through the entirety of it to prior passages. Almost like he had a thought, and wrote it down."
"As if it was done through trial and error?" Arthur asked back.
"Precisely." Ayda answered. "When did you visit Davost's Library last?"
His eyes shifted down. "The last time was with Aydan. Davost summoned me from there..." Arthur told the room, and many were silent as they were unsure of how to take the news.
Camoa spoke in disbelief. "You've spoken with the Goddess?" Arthur's gaze shifted to her. "Do you think she is still in her library?"
"She wasn't in her library. Davost was... I don't know how to explain. It was almost like..."
Aydalia suddenly cut in. "Davost was in a sperate realm entirely." We all turned to her in surprise. "It looked to be formed out of her own magic, which gives credit to Camoa's theory about here and Crevalis being connected. That kind of magic would need an almost limitless supply. Something that can be regenerated endlessly."
"A planet's worth of self-sustaining magic..." Camoa whispered.
My eyes quickly shifted back to Aydalia. "How do you know this?"
Begrudgingly, Alwin's mother gestured to Arthur. "One of the memories I saw from Arthur was of a High Elf. She had white hair that shimmered beautifully. Her power seemed almost unreal even in the memory and it's not something I can even comprehend. This is mostly speculation from the small tidbit I stole from Arthur."
Camoa slid to the very edge of the couch. "How was she? What was she like?" The Druid inquired, earnestly.
Arthur didn't look very impressed. "She was kind of a bitch."