“Stone and rock, what else?” I said, shaking my head.
Crankshaft raised a hoof to his chin. “Perhaps. And perhaps a Roc of a different plumage.”
“I’m sorry?”
“The griffons have a legend of a great being known as the Roc who is bigger than the universe itself. According to this myth, our Earth is not a mere planet, but an egg, and we simply live on the shell. At the end of millennia, the embryo underneath will come full-grown and hatch.”
I snorted. “And you’re saying this is true?”
“Perhaps. Perhaps not. What I am saying, however, is that a great power lies at the center of our world. The reserves of magic are seemingly limitless.”
The Hippocampus tilted downwards, and we began to descend...