Emery soared through the sky across the continent, the beauty of the landscapes and the many people he could see through his divine sense further made him feel fortunate for the world he lived in. As he finally reached Brittania and flew down to the Fey village, he was quickly welcomed with joy. He spent a little time with the Fey sisters before Tyra, the high priestess, led him into the shrine.
The magical place never ceased to amaze him. The sparkling blue lake, the glowing leaves, and the massive roots of the ancient trees created a serene and awe-inspiring atmosphere. Emery approached the huge mystical tree at the center and gently placed his palm on its surface.
Just like before, there were no dreams, no visuals, not even whispers; It seemed as though the primordial being within had fallen into a deep slumber.
Emery took his time, focusing his thoughts and energy. He cast [Nature Grasp], whispering his thoughts and questions, he sought answers.
