"... They did what?" Sarius asked, not sure if he heard Eiro properly. The demon quickly turned around with a broad grin on his face.
"The central material plane's tower is on the moon," Eiro explained, "Apparently, it's being protected by a folk of mystical people. Similar to the ones that live in the elemental planes; people that are more like magic beasts."
"But ain't the moon, like... kind of really far away?"
"I think that's almost an understatement," with a scoff, Eiro looked down at the page in the booklet he was holding. He was trying to calculate how long it would take him to fly there, "It would take... weeks. I can't hold my breath for that long. I'll be fine with the temperature at least, but it's too much of a risk to just go there straight on."
