Listening among the students, Cyne had to wonder himself what kind of question Caldwyn was asking. Although he knew those proficient in earth magics could help the earth become fertile. That a few particularly outstanding water mages could cure the ailments of blood. But the giant beast he'd seen wasn't the earth, and the blood had stopped flowing long before. Although he'd heard of cases of magics being practiced, the attempts at using the energies to control life itself... It'd always seemed like a myth, a power beholden only to a god.<br/><br/>But the students around him chatted calmly about it, and he was eager to listen in. Some of them thought immediately about earth magics moving the stone itself, while others thought maybe fire down it's maw would somehow wake it up. It was interesting to listen to, as all the children tried to imagine their magics being powerful enough to raise the likes of the great dragon. It was an interesting thought to be sure, but not one he would have thought without Caldywn's address on the issue.<br/><br/>Cyne couldn't think of any actual ways to resurrect even a tiny being with magic. Stories of occult magic had been made and spread in his time sure, but they'd been just that, stories. If there were such a way to use magic to have such a direct effect on those living, it'd be the most sought over magic in his realm, potentially any. And yet, there'd never been a case to be had where some dark magics were raising the dead, or causing the living to die from disease or famine. It was unheard of, and as the prince, heir to one of the most powerful magic countries in his own realm... Cyne would have been informed.<br/><br/>*******************************<br/><br/>The skies colors threw Sybil off. She'd thought it was just the dawn of the day, and that red hue was due to what ever lit this abysmal realm. But it'd been longer than any dawn should have lasted, and the bloods of the sky had only deepened. It was intimidating. It felt as if the entire realm had been bloodstained. Fields roved in the hues of her fallen comrades was vividly fresh in her mind. Too fresh for the ever present colors to drive fear into her very core. Nothing about this place felt normal, or right. Of all the people to have been traded, she knew if he was still alive and conscious, Prince Cyne would be soaking in every minute detail.<br/><br/>Bringing him back, after the entirety of his time here... It'd be one hell of a feat. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that Cyne had already learned things about these leeches that'd change the entire face of war with them. Fire worked fine to burn off a leech, but something he learned here would have endless military implications. Lord Keagan would be ecstatic. His flesh and blood returned, with the chances to return the atrocities these foul creatures had committed during the war.