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The cool, serene ambiance of the forest of Old Elevian was disrupted by the sheer effort of Illyanna's training. Amidst the rustling of leaves and the soft chirping of the birds, I reached into my Bag of Holding, pulling out a peculiar object: the Avatar of Dragon's buckle. My fingers played over its intricate design, its mysterious aura taunting my limited understanding.
As I was engrossed with the buckle, Agnes returned, a basket laden with ripe fruits gathered from the neighboring trees. Handing a few to both me and Illyanna, she settled down, peeling and biting into a fresh banana.
Clearing her throat, she commanded our attention, her gaze locked onto the buckle in my hand. "There might be a way for Illyanna to harness magic," she began, pointing towards the buckle. "While its workings remain enigmatic, you once mentioned, Max, that it granted Erron the Black the power of the Dragon's Road."
