After a few more minutes of Lazarus simply spewing out possible theories and solutions for the Zephyrs, he finally snapped out of his stupor. "Why am I even wasting my time talking about this? It's impossible.
Zephyrs live in the continent of the Elves. Their island is uninhabited and is hard to navigate through. It would take months upon months of travel to go there. And it's not even a guarantee that I would get to capture those creatures. Although, I would like to try… but no. It's just too hard."
Michael smiled. "What would you do, Lazarus, if I told you that I have a way for you to enter into the Forbidden Island of the Elven Kingdom? In that place, you'll find the very birthplace of Zephyrs."
The Mystic Master's eyes turned serious with obsession in his eyes. "Don't give me a tantalizing dream. Are you really serious?"
Michael nodded. "Yes. I have found a reliable way to travel there. By teleportation. I stumbled upon it by accident.
