"What happened to your appearance, nyah?" Feralin asked, peeking from behind Vyrion. "Is this your original face or the one before?"
"This is not important right now," Vyrion groaned before extending a space ring toward me.
"This contains all the details you asked for."
I grabbed the ring and scanned the files inside it.
"Is this reliable?"
"I stole it from Theon's tent. It was based on this information that all the awakeners were assigned to their tasks."
"Night, I need a table large enough so all four of us can sit around it," I ordered, turning to Vyaghra.
With a slight wave of his hand, a table and four chairs made of dark energy emerged from the ground on the platform.
I pulled the file of thousands of pages from the ring, divided them into three equal sets, and placed them on the table.
