— D-Damn… Is it really you? — I asked, stunned, trying to process the fact that it was the hippogriff speaking to me.
— How is this even possible?
The hippogriff let out a deep laugh, echoing through the clearing like a gentle thunder.
— Hahahaha… That's an excellent question, boy! — he said, his tone both amused and mysterious.
— Well, take a look at your chest… at the mark Ignarion left on you. — he suggested, tilting his head as if he knew exactly what I would find.
Hesitant, I lifted my shirt and looked at the mark. It glowed faintly, emitting a subtle light I'd only seen on rare occasions. Usually, when it shone like this, it meant one thing: it was active, assisting me somehow, whether by granting magical knowledge or through other means.
— It's glowing… Huh? — I murmured, recalling everything Ignarion had told me about the symbol.
As I stared at the mark, pieces of a puzzle began to fall into place.
