A month later, just as God Gym's war preparation had reached a terrifying level, a message arrived from the Dragon Gods.
Garion stopped watching the athletes crawl through gravity training and turned around. "Finally?"
A crimson projection opened in front of him.
Varkhor's figure appeared within it, his molten eyes calm but heavy. "Garion. We have gathered information from the captured Dragon Slayer."
Garion's grin slowly widened. "Good. Found their base?"
Varkhor nodded. "Several. But one of them is far more important than the rest."
He paused briefly before continuing, "We will escort you there personally."
Garion raised an eyebrow. "Why? Just send the coordinates."
Nyxvar's voice came from the side of the projection. "They have spatial locks around their important bases. Direct teleportation into the area is difficult."
Garion nodded, then tilted his head slightly. "So what do we do then? Are you going to escort us there?"
