As he left the Hall of Falling Stars, Ron could still feel the faint resonance of the "Time Crystals" echoing in his mind.
The "Eyes of Time" medallion on his chest emitted a warm sensation, as if a living entity was breathing slowly.
This foreign sensation instinctively made him want to take it off, but reason told him the time was not right.
Night had fallen deeply; the high towers of the Central Lands lay under the moonlight like sleeping giant beasts.
Ron quickly traversed a few familiar streets to return to his residence.
Ailan was organizing some experiment records in the living room, her green branches gently swaying under the magic crystal lamp.
"Master, you seem a bit fatigued." The Tree Spirit keenly detected the subtle change in his mood.
"Prepare some calming tea and then set up a soundproof barrier."
Ron instructed briefly: "I need to conduct an important communication."
Ailan nodded without asking further.
