The journey towards Babels Tower had been eerily silent. The only one who spoke was Talia, unable to keep still. She'd too much energy to remain still, pointing out various types of cryptids. That caught her eye.
Presently, Talia was playing the game of 'I Spy' with Syris and Zag, who were happy to entertain her, finding the journey boring, lacking in the sort of violence they'd trained themselves to face. The landscape around them was a monotonous stretch of clouded forest land, broken only by the occasional sighting of a cryptid.
Altair, on the other hand, was engrossed in his own world, his attention riveted on absorbing the Mana. He quite liked the idea of Syris bonding with Zagreus. It saved him the trouble of idle conversation while also allowing a familiar bond to form between people who would remain by his side for a very long time.
