"Wait... If such a thing exists, why haven't you claimed the Lower World Core for yourself?" Sunny asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. The question was logical, yet the answer was elusive.
Leonardo lowered his gaze to his tea, a flicker of something old and regretful crossing his face. "It's… complicated. There are oaths and restrictions that bind even the First Elder, Sunny. Limits you don't yet understand, placed there by powers far above us."
He looked up, meeting Sunny's gaze with a heavy finality. "That is the only path I can offer. If you are prepared, I can transport you to the location."
"What exactly should I expect in this 'location'?" Sunny asked, caution hardening his voice.
"Everything," Leonardo answered simply.
The single word was more stunning than any detailed warning, but Sunny nodded and asked: "Okay. What is the name of this place?"
"The Mythic Realm," Leonardo stated, setting his teacup down with a light clink.
