"The structure you speak of is a myth," Glacirion said, his voice hushed. "Even among dragons, we argue over its existence. It is the Abyssspire. It is said the Spire doesn't merely grant power... it grants you the one spell you were always meant to wield. The spell that matches the very core of your soul."
My heart raced. The System isn't just showing me 'dreams.' It's playing me highlight reels of the Mythical Era. "Does it truly exist?"
"Did the Skyfather show you this as well?" Glacirion asked sharply.
Another lie for the pile. I nodded. "Yes."
"If you are lying…" His gaze sharpened, frost cracking beneath his feet.
"…entire Empires will freeze for your mistake."
The air went still. For a split second, my heart forgot how to beat.
I just nodded.
For a fleeting second, a small smile touched his lips. "All these years, my wife Thalassara has searched for it... if you have seen it, then it exists. It must." But his smile faded instantly.
