Agnos perched on my shoulder, his tail swaying in calculated movements that matched his pensive tone. His weight was almost nonexistent, yet his presence felt heavier with every word he said.
I had so many questions, but I chose to hold back, unsure if I was ready to hear the answers. We were walking toward a place Agnos had cryptically referred to as a "detour," and I was beginning to suspect that it wasn't just any ordinary place.
The detour he insisted on had taken us down a winding path through Mythica's dense woods. Leaving the Diyu realm. The air here was cool, carrying faint traces of lavender and something inexplicably soothing, like stepping into an eternal twilight.
"We're heading to meet the guardian of the sixth fragment," Agnos said after a long silence.
I blinked, taken aback. "The guardian of the sixth fragment? But why the detour? What's so special about this place?"
