Just a moment before, Coryn wondered if there really is an afterlife. He thought he'd never know. Until now.
"Dustytuft? Is that really you?" Coryn whispered like a scared little owlet. No one could blame him, for it felt like flying at night with no stars, and nothing to land on.
Surprisingly, he was given a respond. "Yes, it is. I hoped you would last longer. But now is the time. I must bring you to the high council." Replied Dusty's raspy voice.
"Where am I? What's going on? Where's Sore—"Coryn rambled on, though Dusty cut him off.
"Follow me, old friend. Let us hope you make it."
Coryn gulped. He felt his gizzard stirring. Questions raced through his head, so many that it could be a blizzard.
"We are here." Dusty suddenly spoke after so long, it could have been hours. And indeed they were. Upon a large oak tree, were two owls on opposite sides. It was odd, for the tree seemed to grow on an invisible rock, for the air was nothingness. On the side with a whiskered screech that looked oddly familiar, the bark was completely gold, with silver leaves and bronze milkberries, causing him to feel warm and feel plenty of Ga. The other side with a barn owl wearing a metal mask, the bark was blood red, with flaming orange leaves, causing him to feel angry. Both of the different sides made him feel equally peacefully powerful and evilly powerful.
While the barn owl twitched uncomfortably at Coryn's presence, the screech spoke first with a strong clear voice, with a familiar ring to it, "I am surprised you have brought him, Dustytuft. Thank you for your services again."
"Anything for you, Lord Lyze." Dusty answered tiredly as he flew away.
"Wait a moment… Lord Lyze… Ezylry…huh?" Coryn stuttered with amazement and pure joy. He was in Glaumora, he knew it.
The owl laughed. "Yes, Coryn. It is I… Ezylryb."