Thus far, in a span of a few days, everything has changed. From a simple voyage through the skies to reach new places to going through the mantles of hell for the second time in the same day. A lot had occurred, and a lot more unwound in the hero's head. Sitting alone in his room after being given reports of everything that had happened in Eclanor, Raven had concluded that it was best to dock the ships in Inktaus and also let the rescued citizens mingle there for a bit.
But such matters would come later, for he still had to untangle a few thoughts within himself. First came the report from Melenai's aid of how she stood in the face of danger until the enemies, albeit unharmed for the most part, were driven away by the phoenix. Where exactly did they go? Nobody knew, and the same held true for the phoenix, at least for now.
