Chapter 564: A Legacy Echoing Through Time
Forty-Eight Years after the events at the Phoenix Peaks
The library of Ithil was going to unveil a new set of books they’d found, and the claims had them dating back to the Remus Empire.
The original Remus Empire.
Given how many different empires claimed the title of ‘Remus’ over the years, I was skeptical, to say the least. At the same time, elves were a little obsessed with proper credit and attribution, and when multiple high-level elves specializing in a field were all claiming the same thing, well, I wanted to take a look. Get a glimpse of home.
It hurt to say in a way, but a piece of my heart had forever been left behind in Remus. I was happy, the wound had scarred over, but the prospect of getting a glimpse of a relic left behind was like catnip.
Arachne worried it could be a trap, which wasn’t an insane take. It took ages for us to get official permission to go, but eventually the entire Eventide Eclipse headed out to Ithil.
“One other thing I’m looking forward to,” I said to Iona as we traveled on Fenrir’s back to the city. We had a small escort of elves who’d barely deigned to talk with us, but they’d make things smooth - as well as probably spying on me to make sure I wasn’t up to any nonsense. Which I wasn’t! Overtly. Himben was their leader, and I’d mentally designated him as my ‘tour guide’. “Is looking at the rumored mandala in Ithil. I’ve heard about it before, and now I can see it for myself. What do you think?” I asked her.
“Hmmm… a city-wide magic circle seems insane.” Iona mused. “But we’re talking about elves here, insane’s what they do. I think the reality is going to be smaller than we imagined. There’s going to be a large mandala, maybe the largest in the world, but the city will have outgrown it. How could it not?”
Iona had a point, and we swiftly made a bet, with Auri going for the ‘no mandala’ option, and Fenrir only grunting ‘wildcard.’