Caroline and Hermennia's assumptions aligned with his once he heard them. "That was what I had first thought after reading through this particular chronicle. History is written by the victors, and the victors can choose to bend accounts to their own whims. The abrupt leap from an internal civil war to sudden peace still makes me believe that several key events between the two points have been omitted, but we have no way to find out now." The limited amount of practical knowledge in comparison to artistic pursuits and entertainment had left another lingering question in his mind. "Perhaps there had been a purge or book-burning following the current king's ascent to power?" He mused. Caroline's theory that the morning glories were revealing the island's true nature that the lotus flowers had kept hidden made sense. However there was something that had been nagging at the back of his mind ever since he had seen the Kavalans reactions to the vines. "But what does that mean for the city–the physical location then? The people I can understand, but the morning glory flowers left permanent, lasting damage to the areas they emerged from. Should we come across another vine that hasn't been torn out, you can see for yourselves. There was clear discoloration and wear, the kind that would take place after several years, or even decades."

Another question and missing piece to the puzzle that they still lacked an explanation for. "It would appear both of these flowers, golden and blue, are enchanted. They seem to be diametrically opposed to each other, and are both fighting to gain ground. Seeing how the vines have affected the stone pavement, I wonder what sort of result we would see should we bring both flowers together?" If what he was thinking was true, then would the morning glories truly be the cure to the madness that had permeated this kingdom to such a degree? This whole situation almost reminded him of the state of the closest landmass to this one–Abed. Abed was the only place that still openly worshiped the deities in Parvpora. All the other cities and kingdoms on the continent had abolished and torn down those traditions. Although the Blessed Isle had no records of Kavala, could the gilded kingdom have been a precursor to what eventually befell its neighbor? And more importantly, why was this place completely forgotten by the entire world only to reemerge now? 

"I have a feeling that we have found as much as we can gather from this place." Sylvain said, throwing a glance at the shelves around them. If this was all that they managed to glean from here, it was doubtful they would find any more pertinent information.

"I'm aware, that IS the reason, well, MY reason for attempting to uncover this conspiracy.." Hermennia replied to Caroline. The theory Caroline and Sylvain presented were solid. It made sense, too much sense.. An unshakable feeling of doubt crept into Hermennia's thoughts, a feeling that they were being stringed along with a false narrative. Until he discovers the truth about the island himself, he will remain skeptical, he decided to remain quiet about his doubts.

"Your theory is most likely correct, but have you any plans on gathering more information? The libraries here are quite useless for our cause, and we cannot tear down this charade with knowledge we don't have." He paused, and an idea began to form in his head. "Our best chance is to find a person of interest, one who survived the political turmoil, one who could possibly have the answers we need" He paused again. "However, we can't gather information from any person stricken with the strange disease, could we perhaps find a way to cure the afflicted?"

As he recalled Sylvain's suggestion to expose both flowers to one another, the roof began to make creaking noises. The sound echoed throughout the empty library and small chunks of rotten wood began to fall, spilling the afternoon light into the library, the roof was unstable. Vines crept from the gaps, as the wooden roof became rotten. The once white walls began to decay and crawling vines forced their way into the library through cracking walls. Hermennia turned to the door. "Come, we cannot stay here."He said as he made a swift exit. The sight on the main plaza was a mess as locals swarmed towards the vines, violently tearing them down, only for the vines to rapidly grow back. The statues in the middle of the square were not safe from the vandalism, blood dripped from the tiger statue's fangs, and the dragon statue's neck with a deep cut, as if it was sawed in halfway with a hacksaw.

Upon seeing the state of the statues, Hermennia realized that it may be all symbolic. He recalled Caroline's theory. All his doubts were shed. A revolution had been happening under their noses, a revolution that relied on imagery and the blue morning glories. He ushered his companions to the center of the plaza, away from the crumbling buildings. Hermennia wondered who could have orchestrated such a plan, perhaps they would prove to be a reliable informant.

There was always the possibility their theory was wrong. It was a theory after all. But it was all that they had at the moment. The library couldn't give them much more information. It was the morning glories that'd caught her attention entirely. Sylvain mentioned that the morning glories left permanent lasting damage to the areas they emerged from. Perhaps the morning glories were a weapon? Or perhaps they were merely reversing another effect on the island.

"It's possible that the island is truly old and worn." She suggested, "Perhaps the lotus creates an illusion of perfection while the morning glories show the rotting truth underneath? But we can’t take this as truth until we have hard evidence."

Her thoughts were merely theories. The only way to prove the truth was to get a better look at the flowers and to find other people who might have information. Seeing that there wasn’t a point staying in the library, she followed Sylvain towards the plaza. The morning glories had overtaken parts of the walls and ground, draining the life out of it. Something was making the morning glories stronger. If the flowers had this much strength from the beginning then the lotus flowers wouldn’t be as powerful. This meant that whatever was behind the morning glories was gaining strength, or the lotus flowers and that type of magic was growing weaker. Reaching down to the flower, Caroline plucked another bloom and noticed its aura.

“It might be possible to trace this aura to a source.” She mentioned, “Or at least figure out where the most of these flowers are gathered. The morning glories might be the key to finding a rebellion or whatever is controlling the plants.”

Turning to Sylvain and Hermennia, she held out the flower for them to see.

“What are your thoughts?” Caroline inquired, “If we do follow the trace of these things, we might end up going on a wild goose chase. Unless something changes…..”

Something in her bones told her that a shift on the island was going to happen soon. Caroline couldn’t explain it. The island was breaking down before their eyes and would continue to do so until everything about the place broke apart. Time always seemed to slow down before the next disaster as the world became unreal. When the normal morphs and shifts into an unfamiliarity, both exciting and terrifying.

"Although I do agree with you, I fear that we–" Suddenly, there was a loud rumble as the entire city began to quake. Speaking of changes, now the island itself was falling apart. Any thoughts they had towards finding the root cause of the mysteries behind Kavala were irrelevant now. They no longer had the luxury of time. It was clear that they needed to escape while they still could, which forced him to come to a painful realization–he would have to abandon his search for Shiloh. All this exploration and research had failed him to bring him closer towards learning what had happened to her. "It would appear our time here has come to an end, and I have no intention to be buried in a place that has long been dead." As the streets started to crack, he turned and transformed–taking the form of a raven of monstrous size. "We don't have much time–I'll bring us to the shore by air. Should we be so fortunate, a ship might be waiting to take us off this accursed island." He beat his black wings as he rose into the air, creating small gusts of wind and leaving behind ebony feathers in his wake. Once Hermennia and Caroline made their decision, their escape from Kavala would commence. With everything falling apart, it was safer to fly as they could avoid being cut off from the entryway into the citadel. There was no guarantee that the damage hadn't extended into the surrounding jungle as well.

Hermennia boarded the gigantic raven and watched as they ascended, distancing themselves from the collapsing island leaving a trail of dark feathers in their wake, Hermennia was quite saddened once he learned of the island's truth, and he deemed it strange that there were no records of such an intriguing island, could the old curators of the Void Gallery have missed such an island? The night sky was cold and the city's lights slowly flickered out like candles as it fell into disrepair before their eyes. Over the horizon, the coastline was lit up, panicked tourists poured into the rescue vessels as the island began to sink, reclaimed by the sea, Hermennia saw the opportunity and he blinked onto a departing ship as a stowaway, leaving the giant raven and the girl behind.

The ship set sail, Hermennia looked back at the Kavala, the island had vanished, and another piece of history erased.