The journey to Yggdrasil began with a familiar dread pooling in my stomach. If recovering the first fragment had taught me anything, it was that simplicity in this quest was a myth.
Agnos perched on my shoulder, swishing his tail like the smug little pseudo-god he was, and I already suspected he knew something he wasn't telling me.
"Next stop, the World Tree," I muttered, glancing at the map I bought earlier at Dwarftopia. The mechant dwarf had kindly helped marked for me where the World Tree is located.
It shimmered faintly, the runes glowing like tiny fireflies. "Any chance this one doesn't come with a beast or... whatever that Basilisk situation was?"
Agnos let out a dismissive snort. "Oh, Carl. You have so much faith in Mythica's capacity for peace and quiet. Adorable."
I shot him a glare. "You could at least pretend to reassure me."
