Noah listened to Elysia Firmhand, his mind a quiet, whirring engine of analysis.
He turned to the other body of Khor, who had chosen to accompany him on this journey, and sent his voice only for her to hear.
'How much truth is there in her words?'
Khor smiled, a mysterious, knowing expression.
'As far as I can tell, all of it seems to be true. The Wandering Territories used to be where the undesirables of existence were sent. Who knows how much they have changed since the Earliest Folds…'
…!
At this time, the voice of Elysia Firmhand echoed out again, her tone now hushed, cautious.
"Be ready. We have begun crossing."
The brilliant, multicolored lights that had been surging all around the vessel slowly died down, and their surroundings became clear.
The tens of thousands of different Living Existences on the Barge gazed out, and what they saw was enough to cause a collective, silent gasp of marvel and wonder.
