Within his room within the Red Raven, Vynn had not been too pleased staring at Draxian channeling his Mana, which slowly whirled into divinity from the God of Cinder so that he might cast clairvoyance.
There had only ever been two ways to cast clairvoyance: through the use of mortal eyes and Godly eyes. For nearly four months now, Vynn and Draxian had been trying with all their might to peer into the ether to find Altair Blackwood before they flocked back to their God, begging for aid.
Vynn didn't like it. Calling upon a god always requires a price. Many asked for favors and others' loyalty. However, some that had ties to demons and devils were all too fond of offering the souls of mortals for their lives. Vynn didn't know if the God of Cinder aligned with the side of Order or Chaos, but he was a little desperate.
Since the Birth of Babels Tower, there had never been a time that a mortal had ever attracted the Tower Master's attention.
Never.
