High King Leander held the weathered book in his hands, his expression betraying a mixture of concern and curiosity. The tattered cover and yellowed pages spoke of the book's age and the countless hands that had turned its leaves throughout time.
"Nyi," Leander acknowledged his voice warm yet tinged with a trace of weariness.
Nyi's curiosity burned brightly as he gazed at his father, High King Leander, his eyes filled with anticipation. He could barely contain his excitement as he posed the question that had been swirling in his mind.
"Father," Nyi began, his voice filled with a mix of eagerness and hope, "Have you discovered the mystical beast that matches the description I provided? The one that bestows upon Lyon such incredible power?"
