It wasn't long before we were making our way through Haven. There was something different about the realm, but it was hard to put my finger on it. Remnants seemed to be everywhere, talking, laughing, even chasing each other through the skies. They were wary of Fyren, but every single one we passed gave me a friendly nod.
"They've been like this all week," Elise said when I asked. "Haven said they're in a good mood."
I shook my head. "We brought a dragon into the realm. Why would they be happy?"
Fyren chuckled, patting me on the head. "You're still young, so you haven't learned this yet, but immortals crave only one thing above power."
"Really? What is it? Followers?"
"Entertainment. You can always pursue power another day, but fun is hard to come by after a few thousand years of experiencing literally everything."
"Like the Devoted," I said softly.
