🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- Wind? I wouldn't even think of it. Veserod. Ves'-rod, as if it were. It sounds a bit wintery, I remember wanting to sail there sometime... - Genza stands up, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. - Hmm... Eight elements, eight paths. Wind... - he begins to mumble something indistinct. - Zimiya. Could this be the answer?... Where is Asmidul when he's so needed? - he ruffles his hair. - Listen, father, we're leaving for a new mission in the morning, will you come with us? It will be dangerous, I'll tell you right away, and we'll have to fight. But sitting around doing nothing, here or there, won't lead to anything, but at least this way we have a chance. But we'll have to organize everything carefully.