It's only matter of Time...

Bonding and binding

After the revelation, Wilbur leaves without any further comments–disappearing into the shadows exactly how he'd made his entry. Philza sighs and looks away, flipping through a book. "Is it true?" Dream asks, not accusatory but curious and sincere. They all look at one another, but Karl decides to step forward and come clean. "Yes." He sighs. Wilbur would most likely prove it eventually. "Where from?" Dream questions. There's a note of perplexity in his voice. "The future." Technoblade replies, arms crossed. "...We think." Karl clarifies, although the piglin Hybrid is probably correct. "I think it'd be best we avoid that topic, then. I may not be a god of Time or an expert, but even I can tell that is not something to be trifled with unnecessarily." Philza suggests, closing the book and cawing something to his crows, one of which replies in a more authoritative manner than the rest. "That would be for the best." Karl agrees, feeling a bit of tension leave his body. Trying to explain everything would be difficult. "Either way, you'll be living here until whatever brought you here sends you back to whence you came, or you accomplish whatever task it is you have here...that also means that it's probably for the best if you learn how to live like one of us. From what Skeppy said, you lead a different life from ours." The Elytrian continues. Ranboo nods, twitching his tail, but doesn't elaborate. "That being said, finding housing for you may be...diffi–"

A low, resonant hum reaches them, slightly vibrating the ground beneath their feet. The mass of crows takes off, flying up and through the skylight in a mess of excited chatters and cries as everyone looks around. Philza and Dream are alert and looking at each other, the others suspicious of some sort of threat. "That was convenient. Wasn't it tomorrow?!" Dream hisses to Philza, who shrugs. "Whatever the case, it's happening now. You, come. You'd best see this if you want to understand this place." With a sense of anticipation and urgency, they all follow the Angel back into the tunnels and through the passageways until they reach a massive cavern with holes leading out through the sides and bottom, spires of rock and hovels where scaly beasts and gryphons perch and/or lay. The hum is so intense that it shakes Karl's bones, an odd feeling that's both uncomfortable and soothing. He realizes it's coming from the dragons, most with half-closed eyes and lifted heads. Certain Hybrids dash past them clicking or whistling, whooping or barking to catch the beast's attentions. Philza makes a cawing sound of his own, answered by a draconic yowl. A massive, gorgeous and black-feathered beast lands in front of them, mewing similar to a cat, staring intently at Philza. Its head is slightly taller and the Elytrian, from the bottom of its jaw to its forehead. "This is Crowza. He'll be helping take some of you where we are going. Dream, how many can Nightmare carry?" The warrior shrugs. "He can manage about four." He answers, just as the green, rough-scaled Wyvern he first appeared on comes into view. "Very well." After a quick debate, they figure out who goes with who: Sam is apparently not a species meant to ride, so he'll be carried by Crowza, but Ranboo, Tommy, BadBoyHalo, and Technoblade will ride with the Elytrian. Karl, Sapnap, and Punz will ride with Dream on Nightmare. Dream climbs onto the beast's back first in order to help the others and show them how to get up. The scales are smooth, though its features would have suggested otherwise, and cool to the touch. Once they're all set, Dream makes a sharp whistle, urging Nightmare forward, the dragon crawling with frightening speed over to the hole in the cave floor and diving into it, which opens out into space overlooking the hybrid's city. Sapnap makes a loud 'whoop' noise as Nightmare banks to head for a massive amphitheatre in between the massive lake and the pink tree.

The seats are filling with Hybrids, and the space in the middle is full of sand, a collection of small objects nearest the far side. Nightmare dives, landing outside a dark tunnel. Dream facilitates everyone's sliding off, and leads the group into the tunnel. There's a sense of urgency, and the thrumming has not left. It may have gotten worse, in fact–an insistent buzzing that never wanes. The Angel and Crowza arrive shortly after, catching up quickly to deposit their haul.