Council of toddlers

  "Éclair, help me!"

  "I beg your pardon?"

  "Igna's in danger, there's no moment to talk."

  "But please, I don't know who you are?"

  "The name's Syhton, I thought you'd… never mind, we need to go right away."

Doors opened. The prime minister's office felt a little out of place, considering there was less traffic to said area compared to the others. In more ways than one, the secluded sight reminisced upon that one, always abandoned house. It's there, it's present; some have acknowledged the existence, and others, consciously avoided even its shadow. A summary of events followed – two additions joined the table; Eira and her aid.

  "Nothing can be done," added Éclair solemnly, "-Syhton, traveling across realms, worlds, and the domain is one of the harder spells to activate. Lest the data is perfect, the chance of survival remains a resounding ninety-nine percent."

  "So, we just leave Igna to the wolves?"