Breath

Dyon could faintly feel that his bottleneck to the Fate Silk realm was far looser than it had ever been. But, much like when he refrained from entering the celestial realm, something inexplicable was holding him back. 

"Should I go find the old man?" Dyon mumbled to himself, stroking Little Yin and Yang silently. 

They hadn't spoken since Dyon's ability to anchor them faltered. But, he knew they had helped him greatly regardless. Thanks to them, Emytheus' own celestial hamster made little to no impact on the battle. 

"Where exactly is that desert world, old lizard? And do you know where that old man is located in relation to it?" 

"… My main body has narrowed it down to a few hundred possible bubble worlds…"

"How useless. I gave him so much information yet he still can't find out what needs to be found out."