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Drayden freezes on hearing the voice and backs from the microscope. He recognises it from a different time. Before the Silence; when the saplings of bliss covered the fertile soil near the tree and its patterns could be woven by sheer imagination.

"I was there and so was Abdown, you know it. Do you think we had a choice?" he asks rather melancholically.
"We were powerless then against such a force but now we may stand a chance."

Drayden forces himself not to look at Vortahar, he could lose everything in an instant. He cannot give him away and focuses to saturate his mind with random images. If she gains knowledge about the "Light", their last hope would be buried forever with her corruption. Right now his ignorance is his best weapon against her influence.

"What do you want, Zilthai?" Drayden looks at the red bloom intently.