Avalon, now equipped in his newly forged armour created from the scales of an ice dragon, in which a silk cloak swayed from his shoulders down to his thighs. 

Had the vision been a warning of the very events that were taking place? It was hard to say. Diving into the Magika Realms was dangerous and unpredictable. But it was a necessary risk.  

Avalon had seen the ritual a few times. All magic was connected to itself one way or another; this was the best way of locating the Tower Heart.

Without much dispute, Avalon entered the water without any fuss.