“Indeed.” Lith nodded. “We have two sets of Hands and Mouths and can get even more if you lend us your Maw and Skull.”

“Gladly.” Zoreth tried to open her pocket dimension, and the effort made her faint.

Her energy signature was in constant flux due to the ebbing and flowing of the strength of her split life forces. The omni pocket failed to adapt to the sudden changes and rejected the Shadow Dragon’s call.

“Scratch that.” Lith sighed. “I’ll go call Bytra, and we’ll use her artifacts. I’ll be right back.”

He Warped the tower back to the Kingdom and then moved as far away as the Warping Mirror allowed him to. Then, he flew at Dragonspeed in an irregular pattern to avoid being followed.

“Hi, Lith, is everything okay?” Vastor answered his White Griffon’s communication amulet, the one he needed to keep available at all times as a loyal subject of the Royals. “You never call unless you need something, and I guess this time isn’t going to be any different.”

“I’m sorry, Zogar, but you are right.” Lith sighed. “I have an ill friend and need a second opinion on her diagnosis. I know her life force looks weird, but that’s because she belongs to a race of Divine Beasts similar to mine. Can you take a look at it?”