Velrion fell silent after Yohn’s words settled in the room, his expression turning solemn as his thoughts began to move beneath the surface.

The sharpness that had filled his gaze moments ago did not disappear, but it changed into something more measured, more calculating, as he weighed the possibilities one by one with the precision expected of someone in his position.

The idea that three unknown beings from another world would involve themselves in a crisis that did not belong to them did not sit easily in his mind. It instead created a tension that refused to resolve cleanly.

If they truly intended to help, then their motives had to come from something beyond simple goodwill, because nothing of this scale ever existed without consequence or hidden cost.

That alone made him wary as his thoughts circled around the possibility that they sought something else from this predicament in their world, something he had yet to understand.

Across from him, Yohn watched quietly without interruption. His gaze was steady and observant as he recognized the exact direction of Velrion’s thoughts.

He had expected this reaction, expected the doubt, the suspicion, and the instinct to question everything that did not align with logic or known structure. Because of that he did not attempt to interfere or guide the process in Velrion’s mind.

He allowed the silence to stretch naturally, giving Velrion the space to dismantle and rebuild his understanding in his own way. Because he knew that forcing an answer now would only create resistance from him instead of clarity.

Eventually, the tension in Velrion’s shoulders shifted as he sighed slowly. The breath carried a quiet acceptance that he would not find any conclusion without hearing everything first.

He stepped forward, pulled a nearby chair without haste, and placed it directly in front of Yohn before lowering himself into it. His posture was straight and attentive as his gaze locked forward with renewed focus.

"Then explain it to me," he said, his voice steady despite the weight behind it. "Tell me everything they told you. I’ll hear it all."

Yohn gave a small nod, as if he had already expected that decision. Then he began to lay out the truth he had been given.

He explained that the Sky Anchor was not a natural construct of this world but a creation born from an external and malevolent entity. A being whose purpose could not possibly align with anything good.

The Sky Anchor had developed its own awareness and chose to divide itself in order to escape detection from its creator.

He continued by describing how the three beings sought to prevent that entity from reclaiming control, and how the recent disturbances in Magic were not random but the result of that unknown being beginning to move within this world again, forcing them to move into action before it was too late.

When Yohn finished, the weight of the explanation settled heavily once more.

Velrion remained still for a moment before his expression tightened. His brows drew together as the implications began to form in full.

"All of this..." he said slowly, his voice edged with strain. "It’s too much to process at once."

Yohn gave a quiet nod in response, his tone calm and understanding. "I know."

They remained seated in silence after that. It was the kind of silence that stretched longer than it seemed and settled into the corners of the room.

Nothing moved aside from the faint shift of air through the worn structure, yet beneath that stillness Velrion’s mind continued to move rapidly to weave through possibilities, tearing apart old assumptions, and attempting to rebuild them into something that could hold the weight of what he had just been told.

Yohn did not need to ask to know this. He could see it in the subtle tension along Velrion’s jaw, in the way his eyes did not truly rest on anything in front of him, and in the quiet rhythm of his breathing that showed a mind far from calm.

After a few minutes, Yohn broke the silence with a voice that carried a quiet certainty that cut through the lingering weight in the room.

"You can trust them," he said.

Velrion’s gaze shifted slightly, refocusing on him.

"They are Dragonborn. They don’t need anything from us," Yohn continued.

That single word struck harder than everything that had come before that. The tension that had been contained within Velrion’s expression broke again. This time it was not in confusion, but in genuine shock that he did not bother to hide.

His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing sharply, as if trying to force the statement into things that could make sense.

"Dragonborn?" Velrion repeated, his voice lower, almost disbelieving. "You mean the beings from ancient myths? The ones said to have shaped the universe itself?"

"Yes," Yohn answered without hesitation. His tone carried no uncertainty, no room for doubt. "They are real. And I have known them for a long time. One of them has even been here in this world, protecting it from the shadows long before any of us realized it."

Velrion stared at him, the weight of that statement settling far deeper into his mind than the one before. His expression turned more serious than ever, his thoughts shifting again as old fragments of unexplained phenomena began to align in ways they never had before.

"I suspected something... unusual," he admitted slowly. "There were anomalies I couldn’t explain and patterns that didn’t fit any known structure of Magic in this world. I thought it was just an irregularity in Magic itself, something detached from any known existence." His gaze hardened slightly as he looked at Yohn. "But if what you’re saying is true... then it wasn’t random at all."

Yohn gave a small nod, as if confirming that realization.

"I need you to meet them," he said after a brief pause. "You need to see them yourself."

Velrion did not hesitate this time. The uncertainty remained, but it no longer held him back in the same way. Instead, it turned into something sharper, a mixture of eagerness and nervousness that pushed him forward rather than stopping him.

He nodded. "Alright. I agree."

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